We who have so much more than any one man does need And you who don't have anything at all Does anybody need another million dollar movie Does anybody need another million dollar star
I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned Staring at the blank page before you Open
I am unwritten Can't read my mind, I'm undefined I'm just beginning The pen's in my hand, ending unplanned Staring at the blank page before you Open
it's hard nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars it's ironic, it's the same for the artists rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars
thump with the lump in my throat Grabbed my coat and I was freaking, I was ready to go Yeah, I swear, beside the hair she had one white eye One blank stare
Banana clip, the red rum Hundred million dollars, put my life down for my son Spend a little cash, bust a nigga ass 5 star nigga, two mill' on the dash
rise and shine, goodmornin spaghetti on ya garments pasta your posture cook em like a foreman crack em like a lobster pop star, mop em stand on top of em point blank
bust (Know is gonna bust) Hurting lungs from breathing sighs of disgust This can't be home anymore This can't be home anymore Now cold concrete blank walls Are staring
things you substitute? For me and all my thoughts of you It's eating me alive to leave you Maybe it's childish and maybe it's wrong But so is your blank stare
Confused on a path down a one-way street Blind from what I can't see I did it once before like some stupid trend But I won't be fooled again Blank stares
something right Consensus is not a fact based exercise You're tied and bound to this self-indulgent enterprise We call America A brush with a star, a
store? Well, it's not there anymore Just think of all the things we did We were different, just like all the other kids Missy was a teen blue video star
television's put a thought inside your head Llike a barry manilow, jingle I'd like, to teach the world to sing In perfect harmony A symphonic blank stare
something That cannot be found Here, open mouths I see open hands They're blinded and silent I can't understand The whole word is watching With one blank stare
things you said (I thought you really meant) Were all just bullshit lies (No longer by my side) Miss your long blonde hair, miss your sweet blue eyes Miss your big blank stare
I've been good, well pretty good, at least in my mind Please let me sell a lot of records at Christmastime CHORUS: Lalala La La La La There's one Christmas Star
I?m here You?re there The pain?s hard to bare Daydreams Blank stares Can?t rhyme from my nightmares Still tryna to pick up the pieces And put together