Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, born a superstar
To ride it like a superstar
They all get you moving very far
Never notice I'm right here with y'all
I cover my face because
They do not need to see
Ain't no gangster or no thug
I am just being me
The world smells of drama
So I cover up my nose
The face is like filthy
And after all, what? It gets overexposed
Getting praised by magazines
I adore my girlfriends and my clothes
I hope they still love me when I shut away
'Cause I am afraid to blow
You (The world)
Yeah, well
(We'll be rockin' on)
Well
(The world's a shame)
Now, I'll never grow enough
Definitely takes its toll
It sends its demons down to your mind
To take control
If it thinks it's got my mind
It better think again
'Cause I got the pleasure of the piano
And this powerful pen
But you (You)
You want fifteen minutes to shine
What's your concept? (Huh?)
What's so interesting? What's your design?
Soon as you get your cover story
And your precious headlines
Then so sorry, so sorry, so sorry
They just fuck you from behind
(Come on) Yeah, well
We'll be rockin' on
Yeah, well
(The world's a shame)
I don't wanna blow up, I'm smiling 'cause I know
All the pieces that made me me would be missing from my soul
My self-esteem is not a hit, it comes from within
Come and take a picture, I'll sign whatever you want, my friend
Still (Y'all are our friends)
Still (Sydney, Sydney)
Hands up
Hands up
Hands up
Hands up
Hands up
Hands up
Well
Yeah
We'll be rockin' on
Ho, well
The world's a shame
Yeah
Yeah
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