Superstar - Chipmunk

I wanna be a superstar

You ever wanted something so bad, you’d sacrifice your

Whole life for it

I wanna be a superstar

Take a walk in my crep

C’s up!

(here we go)

I wanna be a superstar

Yeah, that’s the money the fame the paps the mags the

Cheques the cash but I don’t want the stress

I wanna be a superstar

To be the best of the best I’ma work til I’m dead

Wanna be a superstar nothing more nothing less

Dress to impress without trying look I got CD’s who’s

Buying

At 15 I wasn’t paid in full but I know I had pradas in

School, (I was flash)

Uniform with the fly jacket, rack sack to match it

Swagger I had it

Young and easy in front of the camera making all the

Pretty girls go mad

See the yearbook said I was most likely to be famous

Points proved now I can’t live my life nameless

So I hit the studs

Started cutting tunes

Minimal facilities in Ironiks room, but we made do

Still came through

Haters still talking shit so fuck you

Lord knows when I started writing bars never ever

Thought I’d hit the charts

Yeah yeah, C’s up!

I wanna be a superstar

Yeah, that’s the money the fame the paps the mags the

Cheques the cash but I don’t want the stress

I wanna be a superstar

To be the best of the best I’ma work til I’m dead

Wanna be a superstar nothing more nothing less

Age 17 I was spittin raw Chip Diddy Chip went and

Kicked off a riddim war

And one label said I just ain’t marketable

Now who runs the market fool, me!

I got the hot verse everybody wants buy

Wanna be on everybodys so nigga fuck that

Tryina cut but so see whos daring, sharing ain’t always

Caring

I got the haters nostrils flaring, smelling success

Got em way stressed

Got em way vexed, thinking I fell off you wanna come

Test

You can go fuck yourself, no latex

I ent tryina sleep for life, I’m tryina bring my dream

To life

Feeling like I ought to fly, don’t ask me why, C’s up!

I’m wanna be a superstar

Yeah, that’s the money the fame the paps the mags the

Cheques the cash but I don’t want the stress

I’m wanna be a superstar

To be the best of the best I’ma work til I’m dead

Wanna be a superstar nothing more nothing less

I was too fast learning to rhyme now talent got me

Caught up living two lives

Chart topper everybody know my name but the hood

Doesn’t ever change

It’s worse when you paid and I’m still the same

In my own zone, from the youth club to a live band

Live show, street dreams of a teen from the high roll

The pap lights blind my eyes, bro

I wanna be a superstar

Yeah, that’s the money the fame the paps the mags the

Cheques the cash but I don’t want the stress

I wanna be a superstar

To be the best of the best I’ma work til I’m dead

Wanna be a superstar nothing more nothing less

I wanna be a superstar

Yeah, that’s the money the fame the paps the mags the

Cheques the cash but I don’t want the stress

I wanna be a superstar

To be the best of the best I’ma work til I’m dead

Wanna be a superstar nothing more nothing less