Текст песни Art - Chrisette Michele

Your talking to prince, youre tralking to beyonce, your talking to janelle monae
When youre talking to me youre talking to art
Your talking to Sting, youre tralking to Ozzie, your talking to Pharell and Frank
When youre talking to me youre talking to art
I′m aware of the mess I made yall
Yeah yeah yeah
Im aware of the ego
Go go
I aint stressed by the time I take yall
No no no
Its all apart of the show
Show
So dont you worry about a thing man
Dont you worry about a thing man
Cuz Im good in the hood
No the fame aint the aim
Im cool in the streets
Kill the news
Drop the beat
Ooh
Ooh
Somedays I wish I was Ye or Drake yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Truth is I got a bit of both
Both both
Cuz I wasnt born with a funk to fake
Fuck fan fare for the folks
Cuz I aint worried bout a thing man
No I aint worried about a thing man
Cuz Im good in the hood
No the fame aint the aim
Im cool in the streets
Kill the news
Drop the beat
Ooh
Ooh
The fame The fame
The fame The fame
The fame The fame
The fame The fame
The fame The fame
The fame The fame
The fame The fame
The fame The fame
The art The art
The art The art
The art The art
The art The art
The art The art
The art The art
The art The art
The art The art
Oooooh
Oooooh
Cuz I aint worried bout a thing man
No I aint worried about a thing man
Cuz Im good in the hood
No the fame aint the aim
Im cool in the streets
Kill the news
Drop the beat
Your talking to prince, youre tralking to beyonce, your talking to janelle monae
When youre talking to me youre talking to art
Your talking to Sting, youre tralking to Ozzie, your talking to Pharell and Frank
When youre talking to me youre talking to art
Im cool in the streets
Im good in the hood
No the fame aint the aim
Yeah