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So you wanna be a star, star |
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Never, never, never |
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So you wanna be a star, star |
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Never, never, never |
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I think you're gonna have to find who you are |
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Can't find your lane but you wanna be a star |
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A star, do you wanna be a star? |
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Can't find your lane but you wanna be, wanna be a star |
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I know the grind, she tryin' to be a star, she goin' hard |
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Doin' a hundred in the car but never could make it out the yard' |
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Cause you're stalled, how, when you can't even get it started? |
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It's probably 'cause you too naughty to get up in the party |
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She wanna make it so she'll sleep with him, late night creep with him |
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He'll tell her he can make her famous if she did him |
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Suck him, lick him, another victim of a bust and ditch 'em |
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Why must you suffer this when really love, what's the mission? |
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Because you still live in your daddy and your momma house |
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Shoulda knew homie was not about to go the dumber route |
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Left you with a lot of doubt, kinda like in a drought |
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Got no mo' integrity, slow flow, what you tellin' me? |
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There's jealousy goin' on, all because she wanna make it famous |
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And sip champagne with the greatest |
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So you wanna be a star, the ride you'll take is evident |
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You'll never get ahead so it's irrelevant |
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I think you're gonna have to find who you are |
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Can't find your lane but you wanna be a star |
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A star, do you wanna be a star? |
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Can't find your lane but you wanna be, wanna be a star |
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Baby girl can sing, she thick, man |
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I think she got it |
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But they tellin' me to watch her, call her baby pockets |
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So I bring it to her straight, to a real knight |
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She got herself on protection, we all good all night |
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She said they only wanna cut, bustas never business |
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Sometimes she wishes but uh, maybe then they'll listen |
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Dirty game, |
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I feel the same |
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And do I think her career woulda jumped if she just laid down |
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A tear in her eye, baby, don't cry |
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And then she told me all about her church background |
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And how she lovin' this life, livin' this life |
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Now I think |
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I'm dealin' with a headcase |
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Any heart put it all in, tell yo'self it's a must-win |
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Apply pressure never give up, laugh in the end then fuck 'em |
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Stay on yo paper, nigga straight face attitude, nigga pay me |
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Still wanna be a star, huh, huh? |
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Reach hard |
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I think you're gonna have to find who you are |
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Can't find your lane but you wanna be a star |
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A star, do you wanna be a star? |
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Can't find your lane but you wanna be, wanna be a star |
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Hear you wanna be a star, huh? |
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Think you got what it takes to make it large, huh? |
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Don't even know who you are, huh? |
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You say you wanted to learn it, huh? |
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You say everybody feelin' you, flesh, |
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I hear 'em |
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What a wonderful tinglin' feel in you |
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How straight are your priorities? |
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So the story goes |
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Chasin' dreams, all they tellin' them is sacrifice they souls |
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You really listenin'? |
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Learn a lesson from these bros |
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Playin' the game it's heavy |
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Heatin' up and down that road |
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They say the boy got talent but he can't catch a break |
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He doin' everything he can but he makin' mistakes |
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Plus he runnin' with the crowd 'cause he wanna be seen |
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Got the tendency to follow instead of takin' the lead |
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We in the league of extraordinary gentlemen check |
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And if you wanna play the game, you got to give 'em the step |
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Make no impression with expression but you gotta be focused |
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They don't pick you for the team just because you the dopest |
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Too many niggaz got the game, twisted lookin' for fame |
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Instead of lovin' what they do and makin' a name |
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It's a shame how they idolize the idiot box |
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Feel the pain in television, the deception and shock |
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And when they finally figure out, it ain't about what they seein' |
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Take the money and the toys, niggaz still human beings |
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All of that ain't jack if you ain't got the respect' |
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Cause a real superstar know how to double them checks, yup |
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I think you're gonna have to find who you are |
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Can't find your lane but you wanna be a star |
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A star, do you wanna be a star? |
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Can't find your lane but you wanna be, wanna be a star |
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I see women givin' they bodies like |
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David Letterman love you |
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Strugglin' in the hustle, slangin' tapes on the internet avenue |
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Get you Capitol shit, know how the ratchet do |
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Sorry, I was late to tell you exactly what masters do |
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You don't have to sell your soul, no not anymore |
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Parker Brothers, |
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Ouija board, |
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I covered that |
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Adam whore |
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Niggaz get their labels but wait, it's a recession in weight |
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You downloadin' on all the industry's veterans |
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Been a star but bein' a star don't pay the bills |
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Know 'bout the spinnin' wheels, baby |
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Bizzy keep it real |
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Don't open battle seals, no matter who you are |
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Now get your money, only |
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Jesus can make you a star |
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I think you're gonna have to find who you are |
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Can't find your lane but you wanna be a star |
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A star, do you wanna be a star? |
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Can't find your lane but you wanna be, wanna be a star |
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So you wanna be a star, star |
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Never, never, never |
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So you wanna be a star, star |
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Never, never, never |
