Deacon The Villain, Natti, Tonedeff, Kno - What's A Star? lyrics

United States of America, Planet Earth's anus
Where you can be famous for being famous
Where you can be maimed & remain nameless
Cops paint your plasma on
Pavement wavin the stainless
Their aim is not stellar, hell is unholstered
Shootin up your Chevy
Blackholes in your supernova
When the shootin's over
20 blue suit's on hand
They on the stand doing the Nuetron Dance

Public defender shines light on a dead client
A badge turned a coward white
Dwarf to red giant
Bodies flying, Cirque du Soleil
Mistook a Milky Way for a
Weapon at the Circle K

Blood spatter patterns look
Like a constellation but for a grieving
Motherwhat's the consolation?
Secret indictment might give the answer
Her sons a shooting star
Caught it all on a body camera

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
Sparkle like a lit cigar in
The dark - we glow
Drawn to this - the flicker - moths, bitches
Mosquitos - when you on
Anonymous starfuckers get you off -
People turned to peepholes
Seek glory to be whole, We broke
Needy to blow to eat
So then we deepthroat media mogul egos
For the meaty roles, vegan hoes
Kill for the part, play it
All while niggas stargaze in starvation
Start praying - But we kicked
God for a kickstarter
Wishing upon a star? Then
It’s prolly Miss Carter
Chicks starry-eyed for small fry pricks
With a big start up
Then they be startled when they
Their star-crossed lover lost
Bucks and they get starched
When they’re starstruck
When the stars align
The land of stars and stripes becomes
The land of hearts & likes
But every starlet’s hotness dulls
And Tony Stark rusts
When your all-star rating devolves to one
Your star on the walk of fame dissolves to
Stardust - the question for all us is natti

Way up high apple of my eye
We all sit and marvel as
You dazzle in the sky never been shy
The fire that never dies and we love it
The public can't touch it
But some try to rise
It's dangerous flying with wax feathers
So to cop a space shuttle
Or better we stack cheddar
I might pawn a piece of
The whole for some goals
The globe is a rotisserie cooking up slow
But, I know that most of
Us are suffering heatstroke
Chasing mirages, mansions and speedboats
Big booty bitches! Yessir I need those
I want a shine that'll stretch from
West to the east coast the fame
The quest to be a household name
Shti is really messing with my brain, man
I got a little bit of money
And it's burning in my pocket
'bout to empty out the bank
And build a rocket

If you raise your glasses high
You might see across the sky