Popstar

I've been told something I cannot tell
You see me comfy, picture me rollin'
Start of my ten, and look what I've made
My name is sailin', crossed the Atlantic

Bringin' the hope, now it's back on the table
Now I'm that man who is makin' the plans
They send the documents, I sign the blanks
Had a long talk with the Prince and he says:

You got this shit that is hard to ignore
I knew I'd have to be hittin' the road
To take my soul right to where it belongs
But who could've known that it will be this soon?

Everyone we know, yeah they want a bite
We can't even dream takin' it further
Cos they used to hate it when we hit their box
"The new song is out.", now they share it anyway

They wishin' the best, what they wish ain't that fancy
Used to be free now a fish in a net
Used to be happy now afraid of failure
What if one day Ali runs outta pens?