Year Two Thousand

Princess Superstar

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    Princess Superstar's year to make a million women and men scream and cry
    through the millennium
    All up in 'em comin off like deep impact in your drawers because
    This hootchie mommy's booty makes Donald Trump look poor
    Like Dionne Warwick I'll predict your future trick super kicks
    You will listen to this, buy this, 95 cents a damn minute
    Admit it, when you were on monkey bars you thought there'd be candy bars,
    Marquee stars
    Emblazoned up with your name in it
    Maybe you need to shoot me into outer space cuz I don't belong here
    Not in this place not in this atmosphere
    You can take your Palm air Range Rover bitch Plastic tit politics
    And pay it in ducats to the Corrupt Conglomerate
    Fuck it/ I Don't need to party like it's 1999 cuz by that time, the next day at 9:00
    That kid'll be working for me bright and early
    Waxin for me, Filin taxes for me-- suckin dick for me

    What did you dream, what did you dream you'd be?
    Are you where you wanna be?
    2G, Kick it off

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    I was gonna be a scientist with more dough
    Marilyn Monroe 2 kids mansion & hi rise co condo mondo
    Fresh pond in the backyard
    High gates and attack guard
    Now look on my card (what's it say?)
    Bitch in charge of shit at my big dick day job
    I got more leg than any legacy to leave
    But I got my head, and peeps and me got plenty Hennessy to pee
    Please call Nasa bring my ass back to your planet
    See I am something I never thought, never even dreamed I'd be
    Princess Superstar
    And at 2G When ya gonna be what you wanna be
    When ya gonna be what you really want to be?

    What did you dream, what did you dream you'd be?
    Are you where you wanna be?
    2G, Kick it off

    (You'll have to ask John Forte the dope shit he kicked next.!)

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    Composition: Concetta Kirschner

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