Listen to Superstar (feat. Justin Clancy) by Chris Webby

Superstar (feat. Justin Clancy)

Chris Webby

Hip-Hop/Rap

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Webby
Chris Webby
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Webby
Chris Webby
Songwriter
Justin Clancy
Justin Clancy
Songwriter
Brian Joseph Eisner
Brian Joseph Eisner
Songwriter
Jake Anthony Procanik
Jake Anthony Procanik
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JP on Da Track
JP on Da Track
Producer
Nox Beatz
Nox Beatz
Producer

Lyrics

I'll take it home, and say it's not enough I'll pour my soul into this empty cup Mama should've listened when they told her "Don't drop the baby" (don't drop the baby) Just make that you smile for the camera Are you not entertained watching me break? Well, isn't that what you want? I got drugs for the taste God's gonna wait, 'cause mama I'ma superstar (superstar) Don't pay no mind, don't worry 'bout me Don't pay no mind, don't worry, no Don't pay no mind, don't worry 'bout me Don't pay no mind, don't worry, no I'm not your savior, just an entertainer taking off That's pushing through the lambs that Satan raised to slaughter And they say that fame's the devils favorite daughter I made her the maid of honor When I wed the game on this bed of flames that I laid her on Consummated, now he's looping back around on how to be compensated Eager to get to a piece of me Won't be releasing me 'til he's been obligated Y'all could hate me, y'all could love me Talk amongst the gospel pages Pretend they give a flying fuck until the topic changes Made it alone, fade in the zone Breaking the mold I been at the top, and I been at I been at the bottom I got to the middle and made it my home I fight for the lifestyle that I'm on Until I be breaking my radio bones I've earned what I got And ain't nobody coming over and taking the throne Are you not entertained watching me break? Well, isn't that what you want? I got drugs for the taste God's gonna wait, 'cause mama I'ma superstar (superstar) Don't pay no mind, don't worry 'bout me Don't pay no mind, don't worry, no Don't pay no mind, don't worry 'bout me Don't pay no mind- Pharmaceutical residue, and some cocaine powder On the solid marble, I'm sorry, forgot to clean the counter Just don't tell my mama, though Lately, I never seen her prouder I cop the crib in the woods, it just made the demons louder Spent 1.3 tryna fill a void 'Cause the price of happiness is something no one can avoid But this game made sure that my inner, innocent little boy That was filled with joy has been destroyed, and redeployed And they see a noise on this battlefield they call it life Lost in flight, following false profits that offer light Swear to god I might really break a flying god of might If you listen, then just know the difference, this is not advice So- (Don't pay no mind) Losing my mind, losing my way Losing my face, still on the grind (Don't pay no mind) I'm still in it, willing to kill for the shit, I'll be fine I'll take it home, and say it's not enough I'll pour my soul into this empty cup Are you not entertained watching me break? Well, isn't that what you want? I got drugs for the taste God's gonna wait, 'cause mama I'ma superstar (superstar) Don't pay no mind, don't worry 'bout me Don't pay no mind, don't worry, no Don't pay no mind, don't worry 'bout me Don't pay no mind, don't worry, no
Writer(s): Jake Procanik, Christian Webster, Brian Joseph Eisner, Justin Thomas Clancy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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