life of superstar

Tried all my life to be a round peg round hole guy I was always way to square I kept waking up on the bus in my underwear [Chorus] Always one step off always one beat behind With my sneakers or dumb hair Will I ever get there I know I'll never be the Number one that everybody wants to talk to I know I'll always be that Fat kid on your bus Everybodies a jerk too A freakin jerk too No kind of Superstar No kind of superstar I was always way to clumsy stupid shy I could barely walk much less dance I've accepted the fact that I'm a dork In human pants [Repeat Chorus x2]

Yea, ladies and gentlemen (ha ha ha) I'd like to welcome y'all to the life of a star. Yea, a superstar that is. And that's me, Young Wizzle man. Ha ha ha. Yea Little nigga, big money, big dreams (big dreams) Tall nigga, small nigga, big team (big team) Small teeth, 501 fit jeans (fit jeans) Some say my life can't be all that it seems (it seems) Big things (big things) Big hoes wanna go back to my spot, they say how my shit gleams (shit gleams) Remember when I was a little nigga, fifteen (fifteen) It's funny how I've grown, yea my money kinda long (kinda long, yea) And ya girl know the words to every song (song) Cause I'm a star (I'm a star) Different week, ain't no tellin' where we are (where we are) You look up, I might be gone, yea The man pose to get that cash in (cash in) Movin' I see through them lights flashin' (flashin') And no need to even ask it (naw) Fuck the world, live everyday like it's your last (last) yea (yea) No matter where you go, they know who ya are (are, are, are) Run up screamin' cause they know you're a superstar (Star, star, star, star, star) You're a superstar (star, star, star, star, star) You're a superstar (star, star, star) Yea, got bright brown heart, got paper (got paper) Got in the game and got more haters (more haters) My whole swag got grown, got Taylor'd (got Taylor'd) Hop on a plane and talk to y'all later (yea) It a good weed ma, that blunts not flavored My whole gang, Gucci frame, Chuck Taylor's (Chuck Taylor's) We ball hard like the majors (majors, majors) Prolly cause we major (major, major) You gon' have to front page em Wild, like a loose animal they wan cage em (cage em, cage em) Now I amaze em, Every time I enter a front center stage em (stage em, stage em) Blame the nigga that pays em (pays em) Riding with a bitch, body on her that's Cajun Couple hundred dollars on these Ed Hardy frames believe me My future so bright, I need these, excuse me No matter where you go, they know who ya are (are, are, are) Run up screamin' cause they know you're a superstar (Star, star, star, star, star) You're a superstar (star, star, star, star, star) You're a superstar (star, star, star)