What More Can I Say Lyrics - Singles - Tosh Zhang

They say "don't hate the players, hate the game" 

The flipside of the fame coin is the pain 

That I'm afraid to show 'cos I really don't know 

How you will react if I show you how low 

I feel sometimes 

So much on my mind 

But 24/7 I be on my grind 

And I hardly got time just to rest or chill 

Some people I love think I don't care how they fell 

They said "What happened to you? 

You ain't the same 

Ever since you got famous &everybody knows your name 

You hardly ever come by 

You hardly ever call back 

I don't know you anymore 

We want the old Tosh back! 

What more can I say? 

What more can I say? 

When you don't understand even if I try to explain 

You know I been so many places 

Seen so many faces 

No matter where I be yo, we tied like shoelaces 

Embraces, in for the chases 

Life's so different since I came to be famous 

Wine glass, the high life & fashion 

All the love got me caught in the moment 

Had to give myself a check-up from the neck up 

Before I got cut up in the fame and never back up 

Understand I never thought I'd come to be 

That guy on stage, people cheering for me 

How the hell did this happen? 

All this people calppin' 

Bright lights, cameras, rollin' in the action 

Went from making videos in my room 

To making movies for Jack Neo 

Interviews on radio, magazines & studios 

Now my pocket's full of bills 

Ladies think that I'm cute 

Man, is this really real? 

I wanna know 

What more can I say? 

What more can I say? 

When you don't understand even if I try to explain 

They tell me to be me but judge me when I do it 

Pawn on the chessboard, is this really all worth it 

I lost my privacy 

And now I hate piracy 

Used to download but now I'll pay gladly 

Cos' its different now, I used to work the camera' 

But now I'm on the other side 

That's why I see a different picture 

But is the pasture really greener on this side 

Am I really happier or is this pride 

But on the real though, my passion is apparent 

And I'm makin' real dough, giving money to my parents 

Maybe it ain't that bad 

Maybe I think too much 

You want the old me back? 

Man you think too much. 

What more can I say? 

What more can I say? 

When you don't understand even if I try to explain