Headlights, a hundred cars Behind somebody's daddy's barn Batteries draining blasting those radios Another long lost summer night Out past some no trespassing
A firefly glowing on my left hand Used to pretend it was a wedding band A tall cool glass of Mama's lemonade Sold from a stand that me and my sister made
Come on, come on, The stars are where you belong, Come on, follow, Your heart is gunna take you home, Come on, come on, The stars are where you belong
the sunrise See the love in my woman?s eyes Feel the touch of a precious child And know a mother?s love I thank God for my life And for the stars and
big rock star My sales have tanked But I still got you Thanks Download this Sounds like shit Keep on bloggin' 'Til the power goes out Your battery's dead Twist and shout On the radio
in trouble I wanna start a fight Na-na-na-na, na-na, na I wanna start a fight Na-na-na-na, na-na, na I wanna start a fight! So, so what? I'm still a rock star I got my
this this is for my people who struggling makin something outa of nothing aint it real when theres bills to pay just the same thing on and on All my
big deal Playin' down on Broadway, gettin' there the hard way Living from a tip jar, sleeping in my car Hocking my guitar, yeah I?m gonna be a star
I am driving along in my automobile It's a brand new pre-owned '96 Ford Check out the radio, pop music station That don't sound like my music to me Talk
the banquet The cool, the cool river The cool, the cool river I believe in the future I may live in my car My radio tuned to The voice of a star Song
I know that God is real We're made of the same stuff as the moon and the stars The oceans saltwater, just like my tears are You feel me The sun rises
come down my nigga The soldiers found below the ground my nigga Just hold it down we older now my nigga What goes around comes around my nigga And what
star Found the frozen bank To a hollow tune Pushes up beyond And all they come from home When you bring them down All they fall aside On the radios
Scotty is driving his big long yellow car She flies like a bird over his shoulder Se whispers in his ear, boy, you are my star But I saw you first,
you can build it Uh, one time for my niggaz on the corner With the burners on and with the fresh yams in they tube socks Uh, two times for my niggaz
would it be better if I left My girlfriend know I got a fetish for fine hoes I'm worldwide so she know I'm gonna find hoes Sneaking in my iPhone Looking through my
Radio play just depresses me today Why is it so throw away? Lists that you write just to classify this tripe When clearly it all sounds the same Well
getting drunk and playing with matches Listening to the radio in the bath I've been crossing main roads with my eyes closed With my name in lights or my