It's My Fault for Being Famous

She stuck a cellphone camera right into my face

With a flick of my wrist, I filled her nose with mace

The cops want to know what was wrong with me

Didn't give me a chance to explain it, see?

It ain't her fault for being careless

It ain't her fault for being brainless

It ain't her fault for being hopeless

But it's my fault for being famous

Yeah

I'm at the LAX, just checking my bag

When up comes a little paparazzi scumbag

I took a laptop, slapped him upside his head

The cops want to know why I left him for dead

It ain't his fault for being nameless

It ain't his fault for being thoughtless

It ain't his fault for being shameless

But it's my fault for being famous

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 being ruthless

Ain't her fault for being toothless

Ain't her fault for being blameless

But it's my fault for being famous