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

Big old house and an alligator

Just to match with them alligator shoes

He’s a rich man so he’s no longer singing the blues

He’s 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 he’s just gonna fall apart

Cause his fans can’t relate to his newfound 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

Passion is love for material

[Chorus]

And its gone, gone going

Gone, everything gone, give a damn

Gone be the birds when they don’t want to sing

Gone, people, up awkward with their things, gone

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 are content with just being the name brand man

And you fail to see that its trivial

Insignificant, you addicted to material

I’ve seen your kind before

You the type that thinks souls is sold in a store

Packaged up with inscence sticks

With them 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

You already sold your soul and it’s…

[Chorus]

You say that time is money and money is time

So you got mind in your money and your money on your mind

But what about that crime that you did to get paid

And what about that bid, you can’t take it to your brain

What about those shoes you’ll wear today

They’ll do no good on the bridges you’ve burned 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 worst is your soul already gone