Superstar
Album: The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill
Release Date: 8/25/98
Label: Columbia
Explicit version of "Superstar" lyrics
Come on baby
Everything you drop is so tired
Music is supposed to inspire
How come we ain't getting no higher?
Now tell me your philosophy
On exactly what an artist should be
Should they be someone with prosperity
And no concept of reality?
Now
That lives above the spiritual laws
And does anything they feel just because
There's always someone there who'll applaud
Come on baby
Everything you drop is so tired
Music is supposed to inspire
How come we ain't getting no higher?
I know you think that you've got it all
And by making other people feel small
Makes you think you're unable to fall
But when you do
See
I know it hasn't hit you yet
Now I don't mean to get you upset
But every cause has an effect
Come on baby
Everything you drop is so tired
Music is supposed to inspire
So
I cross sands in distant lands
Why you b*** with freaks as my album sales peak?
All I wanted was to sell like 500
And be a ghetto superstar since my first album
I used to work at foot locker
Or I quitted
Writing rhymes my range with the frames slightly tinted
Then send it to your block and have my full name cemented
And if your rhymes sound like mine
Unprecedented and still respected when it vintage
I'm serious
Running red lights with my 10
Just as Christ was a superstar
They'll hail you then they'll nail you
They'll make you now then take you down and make you face it
If you slit the bag open and put your pinky in it
Come on baby
Everything you drop is so tired
Music is supposed to inspire
So
Come on baby
Everything you drop is so tired
Music is supposed to inspire
So
Come on baby
Everything you drop is so tired
Music is supposed to inspire
So
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