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BROCKHAMPTON – STAR Lyrics

[Video Intro: Robert Ontenient]
Me llamo Roberto
Y yo quiero ser famoso

[Verse 1: Dom McLennon]
I might go Interstellar, I feel like Matthew McConaughey
I don't care for what they gotta say, Tony Perkis how I drop the weight
Jason Bourne with the headshot, Jason Statham with the whip game
Liam Neeson with the rescue, I go Gunnar with the leather face
Bruce Campbell with the chains, Tobin Bell with the saw
Anthony Hopkins, I'm eatin' 'em raw, they don't know who we are
Molly Shannon I'm a superstar, ride or die like it's Sea-biscuit
Tryna stack like Tobey, John Wick, I don't leave a witness
Chris Paul, I'm assistin', Ameer go Blake Griffin
Give me forty-eight minutes, we go '04 Pistons
Catch a fade like Robert Horry, only time to get the spotlight
Deray how I'm top flight, go Obama when I drop mics

[Verse 2: Ameer Vann]
I'm the black Tom Hanks, you can call me Nigga Banks
Secret Agent Cody Banks, quarter pound of the dank
On the scale and it stank, put my mama in a Range
I just bought a new Wraith, Nic Cage with the face off
John Travolta when I take off, Brad Pitt, start a fight club
Turn the trap into the nightclub, I'm like Prince with the white doves
Paint a picture with the white dust, Lionel Ritchie with the white bitch
Try to tell it to her nicely, but she never wanna listen
Beat the pussy to submission, Tom Cruise on a mission
Pull a R&B singer, bring her back to South Central
I shine just like a popstar, MJ my initial
Kobe Bryant with the spin moves, if these niggas got issues
H-Town with Beyoncé, turn her to my prom date
Kingpin like JAY-Z, dance moves like JT

[Verse 3: Kevin Abstract]
Heath Ledger with some dreads, I just gave my nigga head
Standing on my two legs, fuck what that nigga done said
Bruh, I don't fuck with no white boys 'less the nigga Shawn Mendes
I been off and I been dead, bad as hell, I don't bench press
High school they ain't fuck with me, now the critics don't fuck with me
My own fam ain't fuck with me but Viceland did fuck with me
I'm the only popstar with no money, can't drive, so I'm still running
Uber takin' all my show money but that's okay, I got more money
Not enough to get my teeth fixed so my boyfriend in the street, bitch
In the moonlight, I get seasick did ya see all the art that we did?
Did all that shit in a weekend, we was up all late tweakin', yeah
Ice Cube on a Friday, Chris Tucker on a Friday
Michael Cera on a Friday, Jonah Hill on a Friday
Rockin' Leo's blood diamonds, sucked off on the highway
Police right behind me like a nigga stole his OJ
Okay, I don't play, got the same last name as O.J

[Video Outro: Kevin Abstract]
Everything that's perfect, damn
You're everything that's perfect, damn
You're everything that's perfect, damn
(Everything that's perfect, damn)
You're everything that's perfect, damn
Two, oh, oh, seven, two, oh, oh, eight
Two, oh, oh, nine, you, I can't relate
You, a different place, you, a different space
You, I hesitate, for you I never wait
Everything that's perfect, damn
You're everything that's perfect, damn
You're everything that's perfect, damn
(Everything that's perfect, damn)
You're everything that's perfect, damn/
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Songwriters: Ameer Vann, Clifford Simpson, Dominique Simpson, Jabari Manwarrir
STAR lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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