What’s A Star?

[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

[Tonedeff]

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

[Deacon]

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