| United States of America, Planet Earth’s anus
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| Where you can be famous for being famous
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| Where you can be maimed & remain nameless
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| Cops paint your plasma on pavement wavin the stainless
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| Their aim is not stellar, hell is unholstered
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| Shootin up your Chevy, blackholes in your supernova
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| When the shootin’s over, 20 blue suits on hand
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| They on the stand doing the Nuetron Dance
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| Public defender shines light on a dead client
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| A badge turned a coward white dwarf to red giant
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| Bodies flying, Cirque du Soleil
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| Mistook a Milky Way for a weapon at the Circle K
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| Blood spatter patterns look like a constellation
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| But for a grieving mother… what's the consolation?
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| Secret indictment might give the answer
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| Her sons a shooting star, caught it all on a body camera
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| Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
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| Sparkle like a lit cigar in the dark — we glow
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| Drawn to this — the flicker — moths, bitches, mosquitos —
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| When you on, anonymous starfuckers get you off — people turned to peepholes
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| Seek glory to be whole, We broke, needy to blow to eat
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| So then we deepthroat media mogul egos
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| For the meaty roles, vegan hoes kill for the part, play it
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| All while niggas stargaze in starvation
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| Start praying — But we kicked god for a kickstarter
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| Wishing upon a star? |
| Then it’s prolly Miss Carter
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| Chicks starry-eyed for small fry pricks with a big start up
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| Then they be startled when they their star-crossed lover lost bucks and they
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| get starched when they’re starstruck/
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| When the stars align, the land of stars and stripes becomes the land of hearts
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| & likes
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| But every starlet’s hotness dulls and Tony Stark rusts
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| When your all-star rating devolves to one
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| Your star on the walk of fame dissolves to stardust — the question for all us
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| is…
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| Natti
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| Way up high
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| Apple of my eye
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| We all sit and marvel as you dazzle in the sky
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| Never been shy
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| The fire that never dies
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| And we love it
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| The public can’t touch it, but some try to rise
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| It’s dangerous flying with wax feathers
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| So to cop a space shuttle or better we stack cheddar
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| I might pawn a piece of the whole for some goals
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| The globe is a rotisserie cooking up slow
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| But I know that most of us are suffering heatstroke
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| Chasing mirages, mansions and speedboats
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| Big booty bitches!
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| Yessir I need those
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| I want a shine that’ll stretch from west to the east coast
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| The fame
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| The quest to be a household name
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| Shti is really messing with my brain, man
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| I got a little bit of money and it’s burning in my pocket
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| 'bout to empty out the bank and build a rocket
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| [Vamp}
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| If you raise your glasses high
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| You might see across the sky |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song What's a Star? , by - Deacon The Villain. Song from the album Peace or Power, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп