Chip - Superstar Lyrics

Lyrics Superstar - Chip



I wanna be a superstar,
You ever wanted something so bad you sacrifice your life for it,
I wanna be a super star,
Take my walk in my crep,
C′s up i wanna be a superstar,
Yeah,
Thats money, the fame, the paps, the mags,
But i dont want the stress,
Yes.
I wanna be a superstar,
To be the best of the best,
Imma work till im dead,
I wanna be a superstar,
Nothin' more nothin′...less.
Ch'yeaah.
I dress to impress without trying,
Look i got CD's who′s buyin′?
At 15 i wasnt paid in full,
But i know i had parada's in school,
Ch′yeaah, ah
Uniform with the fly jacket,
Rucksack to match it,
Swagga,? i had it,
Young and easy in front of the cam,
Makin' all the pretty girls go mad till the year book said,
I was most likely to be famous,
Piont to prove,
Now i can′t live my life lameless,
So i hit the stuuds,
Started cuttin tunes,
Minimal facilities in ironics room,
But we still made do,
I still came through,
Haters still talk shit,
Still F**k you.
Even the lord knows when i started writin' bars,
Never thought i′d hit the charts.
Yeaah'yeaah.
I wanna be a superstar,
Yeaah,
Thats the money, the fame, the paps, the mags,
The cheques, the cash,
But i dont want the stress,
Yes,
I wanna be a superstar,
To be the best of the best, imma work till im dead,
Wanna be a superstar,
Nothin' more nothin′...less
Age 17 i was spittin′ more,
Chip diddy chip,
When i kicked off i did it more,
And one label said i aint marketable,
And now look who runs the market.me.
I got the hot verse,
Everybody wants mine,
Tryna be on everybody's song,
F**K that.
Tyrna cut back see,
See who′s darin',
Sharin′ aint always carin'
I got the haters nostriles flarin′,
Smelling success,
Got em' way stressed,
Got em' way vex.
Finkin afta laugh,
You wanna come test,
You can suck yuorself,
No latex.
I aint tryna sleep for life,tryna bring my dreams to life,
Feelin like im born to fly,
Dont ask me why,
Yeaah′yeaah
C′s up!.
I wanna be a superstar,
Yeaah,
Thats the money, the fame, the paps, the mags,
The cheques, the cash,
But i dont want the stress,
Yes,
I wanna be a superstar,
To be the best of the best, imma work till im dead,
Wanna be a superstar,
Nothin' more nothin′...less
And i was too fast learning to rhyme,
Now talent got me caught up,
Livin 2 lifes .
Chart topper,
Everybody knows my name,
But da hood dosent eva change,
Its worse when your paid,
And im stil the sam,
In ma own zone,
From youth club to a life,
My life showed.
Street dreams of a teen from the high road.
The pap lights blind my eyes,
Bro show.
I wanna be a superstar,
Yeaah,
Thats the money, the fame, the paps, the mags,
The cheques, the cash,
But i dont want the stress,
Yes,
I wanna be a superstar,
To be the best of the best, imma work till im dead,
Wanna be a superstar,
Nothin' more nothin′...less



Writer(s): Harmony Samuels, Jamal Fyffe


Chip - I Am Chipmunk
Album I Am Chipmunk
date of release
03-05-2010




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