Its My Fault For Being Famous

Intro riff goes something like this:
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She stuck a cell phone camera right into my face

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With a flick of my wrist I filled her nose full of mace

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The cops wanna know what was wrong with me

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Didn't give me to explain it see

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It ain't her fault for being careless

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It's ain't her fault for being brainless

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It ain't her fault for being hopeless

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But it's my fault for being famous


I'm at the A X just a-checkin my bag
When up comes a little paparazzi scumbag
I took a laptop slapped him up the side his head
The cops wanted to know why I left him for dead

It ain't his fault for bein nameless
It ain't his fault for bein thoughtless
It ain't his thought for bein shameless
But it's my fault for bein famous
(Let her go, boy)

I had a sweet old lady walk up to me
Wanted to get a photograph for her grandson to see
And as the digital camera lit up the place
She unloaded a chrome 45 in my face

But it ain't her fault for bein ruthless
Ain't her fault for bein toothless
Ain't her fault for bein blameless
But it's my fault for bein famous