Star Hoppin’

Yeah, yes problem child

They say that stars are born
I was born ready
I've been broke so long
I'm ready to get readies man
I fly so high I need ground control
London we have a problem I'm about to blow, so

Clear the roads I'm on foot patrol and ain't no one keeping me down
They say the kid got heart man
I'm climbing up the charts
'cause the kids love the way that I sound

Oh Lord won't you feel for me, and you wanna keep it real with me
When I'm flowing flowing flowing, star hoppin', star hoppin', yeah
And Lord won't you feel for me, and you wanna keep it real with me
Floating from harder ways, star hoppin', star hoppin'

One pair of bottoms
One pair of jeans
Woke up with the same problems
Slept with the same dream
Dreaming is the burden of another
Now I pose for photos for my album cover
I'm like, Martin Luther King said 'I have a dream'
And even though the King is dead he's a part of history
I'm King of the ring like Muhammad Ali
I'm 'a storm the charts like I'm a tsunami

Oh Lord won't you feel for me
And you wanna keep it real with me
When I'm flowing flowing flowing, star hoppin', star hoppin', yeah
And Lord won't you feel for me
And you wanna keep it real with me
Floating from harder ways, star hoppin', star hoppin'

Yeah, yes problem child
Yeah, yeah

Star hoppin', star hoppin'
Star hoppin', star hoppin', yeah
Star hoppin', star hoppin'
Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) yeah
Oh Lord won't you feel for me
And you wanna keep it real with me
And I'm flowing flowing flowing, star hoppin', star hoppin', yeah
And Lord won't you feel for me
And you wanna keep it real with me
Floating from harder ways