[Verse 1] 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
[Chorus] 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
[Verse 2] 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
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[Verse 3] 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