GONE GOING feat.Jack Johnson

Johnny wanna be a big star Get on stage and play the guitar Make a little money buy a fancy car A big ole house and alligator Just to match with them alligator shoes He's a rich man so hes no longer singing the blues He singing songs about material things And platinum rings, & watches and gold rings Diamonds don't bling in the dark He a star now but he aint singing it from the heart Sooner or later its just gonna fall apart Cuz his fans cant relate to his new found art He aint 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 And its gone. Gone going, gone Everything gone give a damn Gone be the birds when they don't wanna sing Gone people who are awkward w／ their things Gone Ya see yourself in the mirror And ya feel safe cause it looks familiar But your 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 youre content with just being the name brand man Don't u see its trivial Its significant u addicted to material I seen your kind before U the type that thinks souls is sold in the store Packaged up with incense sticks with a vegetarian meal To you that's righteous You're fiction like books You need to go out to life & look Cause a what happens when they take your material And you already sold your soul And its... Gone going, gone Everything gone give a damn Gone be the birds when they don't wanna sing Gone people who are awkward w／ their things Gone You say that time is money & money is time So you got your mind on your money & money on your mind But what about that crime you did to get paid And what about that thing you cant take to your grave Tell me about it Tell me all about your shoes you are in today They'll be no good on the bridges you burned along the way All that money that you got gone be gone That gear that you rock, gone be gone That house up on the hill, gone be gone The golden fronts on your grill, gone be gone The ice on your wrists, gone be gone That nice little miss, gone be gone That whip that you drove, gone be gone And whats worst is your soul already gone Yea it's gone Gone going, gone Everything gone give a damn Gone be the birds when they don't wanna sing Gone people who are awkward w／ their things Gone