Vārdi: Black Eyed Peas. Gone Going.

Johnny wanna be a big star
Get on stage and play the guitar
Make a little money, buy a fancy car
A big old house and an alligator
Just to match with them alligator shoes
He's a rich man, so he's no longer singin' the blues
He's singin' songs about material things
And platinum rings and watches that go bling

But diamonds don't blink in the dark
He's a star now but he ain't singin' it from the heart
Sooner or later, he's just gonna fall apart
'Cause his fans can't relate to his new found art
He ain't doin' what he did from the start
And that's puttin' in some feelin' and thought
He decided to live his life shallow
Passion is love for material and it's gone

Gone going gone
Everything gone, give a damn
Gone be the birds when they don't wanna sing
Gone people, all awkward with their things
Gone

You see yourself in the mirror and ya
Feel safe 'cause it looks familiar but ya
Afraid to open up your soul 'cause ya
Don't really know, don't really know, who is
The person that's deep within 'cause you're content
With just being the name brand man
And ya fail to see that it's trivial
Insignificant, 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 vegetarian meals
To you, that's righteous
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 ya soul? And it's

Gone going gone
Everything gone, give a damn
Gone be the birds when they don't wanna sing
Gone people, all awkward with their things
Gone

You say that time is money and money is time
So you got ya mind on ya money and ya money on ya mind
But what about that crime thatcha did to get paid?
And what about that bid you can't take it to your grave?

What about those shoes you're in today?
They'll be no good
On the bridges you've walked along the way

All that money that you got gon' be gone
That gear that you rock gon' be gone
The house up on the hill gon' be gone
The gold fronts on your grill gon' be gone
The ice on your wrist gon' be gone
That nice little miss gon' be gone
That whip that you roll gon' be gone
And what's worse is ya soul already gone, and it's

Gone going gone
Everything gone, give a damn
Gone be the birds when they don't wanna sing
Gone people, all awkward with their things
Gone