STAR - BROCKHAMPTON

Me llamo Roberto

Y yo quiero ser famoso

I might go Interstellar

I feel like Matthew McConaughey

I don’t care for what they gotta say

Tony Perkis how I drop the weight

Jason Bourne with the headshot

Jason Statham with the whip game

Liam Neeson with the rescue

I go Gunnar with the leather face

Bruce C&bell with the chains

Tobin Bell with the saw

Anthony Hopkins, I’m eatin' 'em raw

They don’t know who we are

Molly Shannon I’m a superstar

Ride or die like it’s sea biscuit

Tryna stack like Tobey

John Wick, I don’t leave a witness

Chris Paul, I’m assistin'

Ameer going Blake Griffin

Give me forty-eight minutes

We go '04 Pistons

Catch a fade like Robert Horry

Only time to get the spotlight

Deray how I’m top flight

Go Obama when I drop mics

I’m the black Tom Hanks

You can call me Nigga Banks

Secret Agent Cody Banks

Quarter pound of the dank

On the scale and it stank

Put my mama in a Range

I just bought a new Wraith

Nic Cage with the face off

John Travolta when I take off

Brad Pitt, start a fight club

Turn the trap into the nightclub

I’m like Prince with the white doves

Paint a picture with the white dust

Lionel Ritchie with the white bitch

Try to tell it to her nicely, but she never wanna listen

Beat the pussy to submission, Tom Cruise on a mission

Pull a R&B singer, bring her back to South Central

I shine just like a popstar, MJ my initial

Kobe Bryant with the spin moves, Iggy Nick got issues

H-Town with Beyoncé, turn her to my prom date

Kingpin like JAY-Z, dance moves like JT

Heath Ledger with some dreads

I just gave my nigga head

Standing on my two legs

Fuck what that nigga done said

Bruh, I don’t fuck with no white boys

'Less the nigga Shawn Mendes

I been off and I been dead

Bad as hell, I don’t bench press

High school, they ain’t fuck with me

Now the critics don’t fuck with me

My own fam ain’t fuck with me

But Viceland did fuck with me

I’m the only popstar with no money

Can’t drive, so I’m still running

Uber takin' all my show money

But that’s okay, I got more money

Not enough to get my teeth fixed

So my boyfriend in the street, bitch

In the moonlight I get seasick

Did ya see all that, all that we did?

Did all this shit in the weekend

We was up all late tweakin' (yeah!)

Ice Cube on a Friday, Chris Tucker on a Friday

Michael Cera on a Friday, Jonah Hill on a Friday

Rockin' Leo’s blood diamonds

Sucked off on the highway

Police right behind me

Like a nigga stole his OJ

Okay, I don’t play

Got the same last name as O. J

Everything that’s perfect, damn

You’re everything that’s perfect, damn

You’re everything that’s perfect, damn

(Everything that’s perfect, damn)

You’re everything that’s perfect, damn

Two, oh, oh, seven

Two, oh, oh, eight

Two, oh, oh, nine

You, I can’t relate

You, a different place

You, a different space

You, I hesitate, for you I never wait

Everything that’s perfect, damn

You’re everything that’s perfect, damn

You’re everything that’s perfect, damn

(Everything that’s perfect, damn)

You’re everything that’s perfect, damn