Hate when they call me superstar

Do I look like a superstar?

Yet unreachable and very far

Ever noticed I'm right here wit ya'll?

I cover my face because

They do not need to see

I ain't no gangsta or no thug

I am just being me

The world smells of drama

So I cover up my nose

The faces like film leavin' out too long, gets overexposed

Getting praised by magazines

From the girlfriends in my clothes

I hope they still love me when I shun away 'cuz I am afraid to blow





WANT WAR?

Well!

WAR WE'LL GIVE!

We'll be rocking this

BANDANA!

Well you/So You

CAN'T SEE SHIT!







Now the fear of blowing up

Definitely takes it's toll

It sends it's demons down to your mind to take control

If it thinks it's got my mind

Well it better think again

I got the pleasure of the piano 

and this powerful pen

But you

(

You want 15 minutes to shine what's your concept? 

What's so interesting? 

What's your desire?

Soon as you get your cover story

And your precious headlines

So sorry, so sorry, so sorry

They'll just fuck you from behind





WANT WAR?

Well!

WAR WE'LL GIVE!

We'll be rocking this

BANDANA!

Well you/So you

CAN'T SEE SHIT!





I don't wanna blow up

I'm smiling 'cuz I know

All the pieces that make me me

Will glisten from my soul

My self-esteem is not a fake

It comes from within

Come and take a picture,

I'll sign whatever you want my friend



Still

(

Still

(



Yeah!



War...





WANT WAR?

Well!

WAR WE'LL GIVE! We'll be rocking this

BANDANA!

Well you/So you

CAN'T SEE SHIT!





WANT WAR!