Starf***er

K.Flay

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    You say you know this well known
    Actress who's been shooting more than films
    Her bedroom's filled with needle
    Caps and counter-tops of pills
    Highly well connected so you're privy to her sins
    Not supposed to say but by the way
    That's how she stays so thin
    At a warehouse deep in Bushwick
    You rendezvous with so and so
    Whose avant-garde and parties
    Hard and someone I should know
    Gossiped about gossip
    Hungover over brunch
    With the famous close acquainted
    And I've heard you've got a bunch

    You can be what you wanna be
    Make yourself into anyone, anything
    You can be what you wanna be
    Check the white dust upon on your skinny jeans
    You're a star You're a star
    You're a star You're a star fucker

    So you met somebody on the guest list
    Scooped up the dirt on a dude and his mistress
    Bash on a rooftop
    Lips on a cigarette
    Set your eyes on a page six mansion
    The nights and the clubs and the shopping sprees
    The lights and the drugs and the philosophy
    Is he loaded? Possibly
    So you're down in the coat room on your knees
    Like right when a girl gets popular
    You wanna hangout, you wanna talk to her
    You wanna laugh and cry with the socialite
    You wanna pass the line, yeah I know the type
    Well, I can remember when all of my clothes didn't seem so cool
    Soon as I'm blowin' up, you're showin' up
    Got a caked up face but I see right through

    You can be what you wanna be
    Make yourself into anyone, anything
    You can be what you wanna be
    Check the white dust upon on your skinny jeans
    You're a star You're a star
    You're a star You're a star fucker

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    You were lame last year
    But now you're not the same
    Droppin' names
    Doing bad things on a glass mirror

    You were lame last year
    But now you're on the scene
    Got important friends you recommend that I should meet

    You were lame last year
    But now you know the band
    Photograph with loads of drunken bros and older men

    You were lame last year
    But now you're so and such
    Phone's just blowin' up
    You're showin' up
    You're showin' up
    You're showin' up

    You can be what you wanna be
    Make yourself into anyone, anything
    You can be what you wanna be
    Check the white dust upon on your skinny jeans
    You're a star You're a star
    You're a star You're a star fucker

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