| Feeling betrayed by the things you do
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| I don’t give a fuck who you are, I’m superstar
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| Flying through the airways high
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| Don’t give a damn I’ll live it or die
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| Feeling betrayed by the things you do
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| I don’t give a fuck who you are, I’m superstar
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| Flying through the airways high
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| Don’t give a damn I’ll live it or die
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| Being successful is course and a gift
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| People swear that they know me on a personal tip
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| My close friends are amongst the first persons to flip
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| Want my life
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| Probably wishing at birth we were switched
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| That person was Nick
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| And find my parents, said not to talk to strangers
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| Keep out of danger in the X-Man and Power Rangers
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| Transformers at nine
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| Was at obvious at that time
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| Daddy stole my Optimus Prime
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| Subtle signs that I notice as grown man
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| I’m zoning and honing on moments should know was omens
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| Could have known when I’m alone and doing radio he’s not
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| There that’s when all the haters would phone in
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| Stardom will always stark them
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| Until you start to starve them
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| A hooker with some groupies, of movies you got to star in
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| That’s when they wanna be best friends
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| Fake friends at the wedding wonna be best men, pretend
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| Feeling betrayed by the things you do
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| I don’t give a fuck who you are, I’m superstar
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| Flying through the airways high
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| Don’t give a damn I’ll live it or die
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| Feeling betrayed by the things you do
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| I don’t give a fuck who you are, I’m superstar
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| Flying through the airways high
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| Don’t give a damn I’ll live it or die
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| Yesterday I court my lady in lies
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| My lady denies
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| The question if the baby is mine
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| I swore, that I’d stick around till the baby arrives
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| Snooping around like a ninja in some crazy disguise
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| But these Nike’s ain’t my shoe size
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| In the mirror saying that she want’s a bigger boob size
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| Contacts and a new ride
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| Disagreeing got me being two timed
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| Found condoms
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| We ain’t used them ever since she got her tube sided
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| See us park a lot
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| Fretting like she park to shop
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| A green Jeep pulled up next to her
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| In the parking spot
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| My heart had dropped
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| Once I saw the doors, on the car was locked
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| Saw the car start to rock, of course it was hard to watch
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| She had other lovers before
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| Don’t my son to discover his mother
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| Is undercover a whore
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| She’s sleeping with the brother in law
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| I’m creeping with the sister to settle the score
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| It’s just the luck of the draw, betrayed
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| Feeling betrayed by the things you do
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| I don’t give a fuck who you are, I’m superstar
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| Flying through the airways high
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| Don’t give a damn I’ll live it or die
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| Feeling betrayed by the things you do
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| I don’t give a fuck who you are, I’m superstar
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| Flying through the airways high
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| Don’t give a damn I’ll live it or die
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| Deception can be fatal
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| Your buys waving weapons to persuasive you
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| For the safe combination or the spray you
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| In E.R. naked on the table with some seconds
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| Just to save you a reflection
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| In portrayal of betrayal
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| When your recording the jam you call me
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| But the court you on cam
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| Taking out of hand damn you was fam
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| So who your calling your man
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| I ask those once you pass
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| Don’t put gas in your coroners van, betrayed
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| Feeling betrayed by the things you do
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| I don’t give a fuck who you are, I’m superstar
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| Flying through the airways high
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| Don’t give a damn I’ll live it or die
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| Feeling betrayed by the things you do
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| I don’t give a fuck who you are, I’m superstar
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| Flying through the airways high
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| Don’t give a damn I’ll live it or die |