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       [Chorus]