Chris Webby - Starry Eyed | Текст песни

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• Chris Webby
• Starry Eyed

Some of these people think I'm famous, well sh*t I guess I am,
It's like every time I go out in CT and see a fan
They're like "Webby, you're the man" and I'm like "God damn",
This sh*t is getting crazy even though it's been the plan
Since I sat in 6th grade writing lyrics on my hand
Dreamin' of the fame and fortune every second that I can
Or I could half the time, now I'm finally achieving it
So if you really got yourself a dream and you believe in it
Then follow it and if they hate don't worry 'bout the beef and sh*t
Keep it movin' everyday and not for any reason quit
Your friends will say you're changin', a lot will turn their back
Even though it's just a job, nobody looks at it like that
This my way of makin' money, my f*ckin' career choice
And they mad I get a paycheck strictly off my voice
But the bad comes with the good when you chillin' in the game
Cause now these chicks are DTF from the moment they hear my name like…

[Chorus]
Oh-oh starry eyed

This game is f*cking crazy, it'll turn homies into enemies
But you gotta rise above it, I don't let it get to me
The past is the past though you got some good memories
People turn they back and all you gotta do is let it be
I tried to help a dude once, help him get a little shine
Did a track, smoked some blunts, even kicked it with him as a friend,
Blazed and spit flows, got drunk, talked sh*t, even brought him to my shows
And he was still young so I showed him the ropes,
Brought him to some college parties and introduced him to hoes
Then he turned around and dissed me, no doubt I got played
But while he's sittin' up in Brooklyn I'll be up on stage.
Karma is a b*tch and I'm makin' it clear
If you want me to get back first get a career,
I'll be livin' hip-hop till the day that I die
And with all this buzz I'm gettin' everybody's starry eyed

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Oh-oh starry eyed

So you wanna be a rap superstar and live large?
You gotta work for it everyday, grind hard,
Takin' days off isn't in my repertoire
I got a mean work ethic and endless amount of bars
They try to say I'm fake, I didn't work for the spot
That's why I've gotten every east side burb on lock
And it doesn't stop there I get bumped on the block
They all spinnin' La La La when they be twistin' up pot
And now they recognize me and haters always try me
It's like because I'm finally successful they despise me
(Why man?) Why can't you all be happy I'm a kid like you
Who's just trying to make me some money off these shows I do
If you could do it, wouldn't you? That's what every kid is dreamin' of
Who couldn't shoot hoops or excel an academia
This is for the kids with A.D.D
Who were told they won't amount to nothing - baby just look at me

[Chorus]
Oh-oh starry eyed

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