What's a Star? - Deacon The Villain, Natti, Kno

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 suits 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 mother… what'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

[Vamp}

If you raise your glasses high

You might see across the sky