Lyracs Lyrics

[Intro]
Gee, addicted, not addicted. I need help and I need to get off of this.

Haven't figured the game out

[Verse 1]
Listen to the sound of liberation
Bound to give away what bounds a generation
Cause we don't need it, don't even need to sell it
We can yell it, even better, we just need to get it together
Build it from the bottom, seeing children at the bottom
I can feel it when I'm jotting, being chilling, or just blogging
I rap like I'm chilling and I'm chilling when I'm blogging
Feeling calm, killing fake killers with a bomb
Proverbial, cerebral
Curiously slow, but no, furiously dope
Surely you know the world needs a coping method
Somehow through copesthetic, my words are even flow
My fans must be babies to understand what I may mean, you don't even know
Bottle me up and feed me to me, me need to see
What you see when me becomes a...

[Hook]
Crazy kind of superstar
Kind of crazy superstar
Su-Superstar
Super kind of crazy star

Make me feel like a...
Star
Like I'm a...
Superstar
Make me feel like a...
Superstar, superstar

[Verse 2]
Success could be validation of the latter statements
But that's not what matters, face it
After basic demonstrations of my mad face
Cats may act as why I'd have mad plaintiffs
Tell the judge what they planning to tell, and I'm glancing
Knowing they gonna Cannon themselves
I know who's talking, is it smart if I go find him
Need to get out more, broaden my horizons
Thought I might surprise the smartest guys who tried to normalize the natural
And hear some shit that they don't have to
You go in, I was growing up past you
Who mad, you? Do what you have to
Bad news, black and blue on the track
Tell the posture-razzi's they need to move to the back
I got something to do and it's whack
To have a stranger look for a photo op
And they don't know when to stop


[Hook]
Crazy kind of superstar
Kind of crazy superstar
Su-Superstar
Super kind of crazy star

Make me feel like a...
Star
Like I'm a...
Superstar
Make me feel like a...
Superstar, superstar

[Outro]
Mom: Stewart, were you eating fudge
You're not lying to mama are you?
Stewart: No
Mom: Ahh, cause what does mama say about the liars?
Stewart: I don't wanna say
Mom: What does mama say about the liars?
Stewart: I don't wanna say
Mom: Say it
Stewart: The soul of a liar is black like poop
Mom: That's right, like daddy. His father left his son Tuesday. Go
ahead and meet the photographer
Photographer: Hi Stewart, well look at you, aren't you sweet? I'm just
gonna take off a little bit...
Stewart: NOOO!
Photographer: Well you're so messy faced...
Stewart: NOOOOO!
Photographer: I can't take your picture with all the chocolate...
Stewart: Grrr!
Mom: For gosh sakes

[Hook]
Crazy kind of superstar
Kind of crazy superstar
Su-Superstar
Super kind of crazy star

Make me feel like a...
Star
Like I'm a...
Superstar
Make me feel like a...
Superstar, superstar

Children who've been trained to be actors are difficult to work with.
Cause they've been taught all the wrong things from movies. They've
been trained usually in a theater school and they usually have a
frustrated mother who wanted to be a star and is living her life
through them, which we call stage mothers.


Lyrics by, Kevin Montano