[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]

Yeah, just a little bit

Just a little bit

And it goes...

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]

Lifestyles of the rich and famous

Bought a big house and a whole lot of Ranges

A fresh new couch and a whole lot of trainers

A closet full of clothes and some brand new dangers

And, some Mexican floral arrangers

A great big TV that'll entertain us

Some colorful commissions from some high-paid painters

Someone to take the rap so that I stay stainless

And, a new relationship with a banker

And two pinky rings for my manicured fingers

A trained German Shepherd that bark when it's angered

To watch my possessions and look out for strangers

And, a fifty-foot yacht with an anchor

A young supermodel that shall remain nameless

Ups and the downs, the sames and the changes

All the money in the world don't make it painless, no

[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco & Thom Yorke]

But they love it, and they love it, the more

The more you try to erase me

And they love it, and they love it

The more, the more

And they love it, and they love it, the more

The more that I appear, oh

Ugh, and they love it, and they love it

The more, the more

And they love it, and they love it the more

The more you try the eraser

And they love it, and they love it

The more, the more

And they love it, and they love it the more

The more that you appear

[Verse 2: Kanye West]

Plain Pat, what up?

Ugh, ugh, lifestyles of the broke and famous

Let you know how crazy this game is

Look at all the new, beautiful faces

At home, supermodel MySpaces

Long for they shot on the TV screens

American Idol never seen these dreams

Just last week, they want to see ID

Now, they got you in V.I.P., huh?

How many people almost famous?

You almost remember what they name is

Like "Hey, didn't you play in?... no, it couldn't be, quit playin'"

And tryna keep that balance after MTV

That's a Real World Challenge

Back on that train

Never to be heard from again

[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco & Thom Yorke]

But they love it, and they love it, the more

The more you try to erase me

And they love it, and they love it

The more, the more

And they love it, and they love it, the more

The more that I appear, oh

Ugh, and they love it, and they love it

The more, the more

And they love it, and they love it the more

The more you try the eraser

And they love it, and they love it

The more, the more

And they love it, and they love it the more

The more that you appear

[Verse 3: Pharrell Williams]

G-R-I-P, P-I-M-P

I, any spelling, bitch, come on, that's me

I bring a burning sensation to the urban eye

Like an eye-drop of turpentine

You can listen to the serpent, fine

But the earth got gas; once it burps, it's fine

Some around me, they talk about degrees

Not GHG, how to cook a quarter key (Ugh)

Talking all nasal, he ain't over that cold

No glove, scrub, man, he just over that stove

Perfect paradigm, wrong place, wrong time

Should have been Pfizer, GlaxoSmithKline

Number one chemist, look at him, no blemish

Eggshell off-white like a DuPont finish

Young, dumb, high-strung, who could handle us?

I wonder how God's gon' paint today's canvases

'Cause who knew that day that man would just

Go to V.A. with a Tec and spray campuses?

What a way to see the cover of Time

I know that nigga wish he was standing in line

[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco, Thom Yorke, & Pharrell Williams]

But they love it, and they love it, the more (To see it)

The more you try to erase me (As if he didn't do it)

And they love it, and they love it

The more, the more

And they love it, and they love it, the more

The more that I appear, oh

Ugh, and they love it, and they love it

The more, the more

And they love it, and they love it the more

The more you try the eraser

And they love it, and they love it

The more, the more

And they love it, and they love it the more

The more that you appear