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[Will.i.am]

Johnny wanna be a big star
Get on stage and play the guitar
Make a little money
buy a fancy car
Big old house and an alligator
Just to match with them alligator shoes
Hes a rich man so he's no longer singin' the blues
Hes singing songs about material things
and platinum rings and watches that go bling
But, diamonds don't bling in the dark
He a star now, but he ain't singing it from the heart
Sooner or later it's just gonna fall apart
'Cause his fans can't relate to his new-found art.
He ain't doing what he did from the start
and that's putting in some feeling and thought
He decided to live his life shallow
Cash in his love for material

[Jack Johnson]

And its gone..gone..going..
gone..everything gone..give a damn..
gone be the birds when they don't wanna sing..
gone people..--- awkward with their things..
Gone.

[Will.i.am]

You see yourself in the mirror and you
Feel safe 'cause it looks familiar but you
Afraid to open up your soul 'cause you
Don't really know
Don't really know
who is,
The person that's deep within
'Cause you're content with just being
a name-brand man and you
Fail to see that its trivial,
Insignificent, you addicted to material
I've seen your kind before
You're the type that thinks souls is sold in a store
Packaged up with incense sticks
With a vegatarian meal
To you that's rightous
You're fiction like books
you need to go out to life and look
'Cause..What happens when they take your material
And you already sold your soul


[Jack Johnson]

And its gone..gone..going..
gone..everything gone..give a damn..
gone be the birds when they don't wanna sing..
gone people..--- awkward with their things..
Gone.

[Will.i.am]

You say that time is money
and money is time
so you got mind on your money
and your money on your mind
But what about..
That crime that you did to get paid
And what about..
That bit, you can't take it to your grave

[Jack Johnson]

And what about those shoes you're in today
They'll do no good
On the bridges you've burnt along the way

[Will.i.am]

All that money that you got
Gonna be gone
That gear that you rock
gonna be gone
The house up on the hill
gonna be gone
The gold --- on your grill
gonna be gone
The ice on your wrist
gonna be gone
That nice little miss
gonna be gone
That whip that you roll
gonna be gone
And what’s worse is your soul already gone

[Jack Johnson]

And its gone..gone..going..
gone..everything gone..give a damn..
gone be the birds when they don't wanna sing..
gone people..--- awkward with their things..
Gone.
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Lyrics submitted by Saritha.