Hate when they call me superstar Do I look like a superstar Yet unreachable and very far Ever notice i'm right here where wit y'all The world smells of drama The faces like film leave it out to long Getting praised by magazines From my girlfriends in my clothes I hope they still love me 'cause i'm afraid to blow
Now the fear of blowing up Definitely takes it's toll It sends it's demons down deep into your mind If it thinks it's got my mind Then it better think again I got the pleasure of the piano You had 15 minutes to shine what's your concepts Did u get your cover story And your precious headlines So sorry so sorry so sorry they just fucked you from behind
The pieces that make me me My self esteem is not a thing I'll sign whatever you want my friends