Center of Attention

[Chorus: Wale]

I call a spade a spade

What you want me to say

Say I'm destined for fame, well, I am very afraid

Do you know what fame is?

If you did, you wouldn't want to be famous

Everybody finger point in your direction

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Better or worse, the center of attention

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

[Verse 1: Wale]

See, I wouldn't wish success on my worst foe

You see, the devil is alive but he work slow

And yeah, I should've seen the signs by my first quote

Before you sign, you'll be blind if you've been broke

And true, I've seen better times 'cause I'm getting dough

But my vision has inclined to some Interscope, and it's home

This country has an obsession with celebrity

But, who is to blame when we let them in on everything

From B's wedding ring, to beef meddling

Ironic, we on air, but they never let us breathe

We all make mistakes, why you wanna make an issue?

If I don't diss another nigga, you don't get that issue

I don't really get you, see what the problem is

Keeping up with Khloe and Kim, not the Obama-ses

You tryna find where Rihanna is

To be honest, you ain't minding where Osama is

And it's not a big deal, it's a small affair

Fuck Barack's change, we'd rather talk Milian's hair

And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright

Just tell us where all the stars is

[Chorus: Wale]

I call a spade a spade

What you want me to say

Say I'm destined for fame, well, I am very afraid

Do you know what fame is?

If you did, you wouldn't want to be famous

Everybody finger point in your direction

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Better or worse, the center of attention

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

[Verse 2: Wale]

Nah, I wouldn't wish fame on my enemy

Paparazzi like a lifetime sentencing

No comma, no pause, no anything

Just know fame has a price, lose everything

DC has never seen such progress

So bitches on the scene seem quite stalkish

They like talking, it's like gossip

How little hugs can turn to draws offered

Though uncalled for, they gon' drop them

And your girl's cousin's tryna get her other options

And now your best friend's having kids

They two now, and haven't seen their godfather yet

Don't let me talk about the deal ones

Mommy found out, I'm paying everybody bills

Big said it, more money, more ills

So I spend it real fast 'cause I'm tryna sit and chill

A lil, signed, sealed, delivered

Before a nigga signed, I had a healthier liver

Shit, now my lips liquor-rice

As my record label nitpicks at this

[Chorus: Wale]

I call a spade a spade

What you want me to say

Say I'm destined for fame, well, I am very afraid

Do you know what fame is?

If you did, you wouldn't want to be famous

Everybody finger point in your direction

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Better or worse, the center of attention

Gift and a curse, the center of attention