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Superstar

Album: I Am Chipmunk Durasi: 3:40

(I wanna be a superstar)

You ever wanted something so bad

You'd sacrifice your whole life for it?

(I wanna be a superstar)

Take a walk in my crib

C's up (here we, here we go)

(I wanna be a superstar)

Yeah, that's the money, the fame, the paps, the mags

The cheques, the cash, but I don't want the stress, yes

(I wanna be a superstar)

To be the best of the best, I'ma work 'til I'm dead

Wanna be a superstar, nothing more nothing less

Yeah, ah, dress to impress without trying look

I got CDs who's buying? (It's in the back)

At 15, I wasn't paid in full, but I know I had Pradas in school, (I was flashing)

Yeah, ah, uniform with the fly jacket

Rack sack to match it, swagger I had it

Young and easy in front of the camera

Making all the pretty girls go mad

See the yearbook said, "I was most likely to be famous"

Points proved now I can't live my life nameless

So I hit the studs, started cutting tunes

Minimal facilities in Ironik's room

But we made do, still came through

Haters still talking shit, so fuck you (yeah)

Good Lord knows when I started writing bars

Never ever thought I'd hit the charts

Yeah, yeah, C's up

(I wanna be a superstar)

Yeah, that's the money, the fame, the paps, the mags

The cheques, the cash, but I don't want the stress, yes

(I wanna be a superstar)

To be the best of the best, I'ma work 'til I'm dead

Wanna be a superstar, nothing more nothing less, yeah

Age 17, I was spittin raw Chip Diddy Chip

Went and kicked off a rhythm war

And one label said I just ain't marketable

And now look who runs the market fool, me

I got the hot verse everybody wants (brain)

Tryna be on everybody's so mother fuck that (fuck)

Tryna cut back, but so see who's daring

Sharing ain't always caring

I got the haters nostrils flaring, smelling success

Got 'em way stressed (stressed), got 'em way vexed

Thinking I fell off, you wanna come test?

You can go fuck yourself, no latex

I ain't tryna sleep for life (no), I'm tryna bring my dream to life (yeah)

Feeling like I'm born to fly, don't ask me why

Yeah, yeah, C's up

(I wanna be a superstar)

Yeah, that's the money, the fame, the paps, the mags

The cheques, the cash, but I don't want the stress, yes

(I wanna be a superstar)

To be the best of the best, I'ma work 'til I'm dead

Wanna be a superstar, nothing more nothing less

And I was too fast learning to rhyme

Now talent got me caught up living two lives (no lie)

Chart topper, everybody know my name

But the hood doesn't ever change

It's worse when you paid, and I'm still the same (I ain't changing)

In my own zone, from the youth club to a live band, live show (slow down)

Street dreams of a teen from the high roll

The pap' lights blind my eyes, bro, show (here we go)

(I wanna be a superstar)

That's the money, the fame, the paps, the mags

The cheques, the cash, but I don't want the stress, yes

(I wanna be a superstar)

To be the best of the best, I'ma work 'til I'm dead

Wanna be a superstar, nothing more nothing less

(I wanna be a superstar)

That's the money, the fame, the paps, the mags

The cheques, the cash, but I don't want the stress

(I wanna be a superstar)

See to be the best of the best, I'ma work 'til I'm dead

Wanna be a superstar, nothing more nothing less