Superstar (Explicit)

Written by：Ferdinand Sarnitz/Alexander Vajda/Maximilian Walch

I was born into the business

I started at a young age

Got a guitar for Christmas

And momma put me on stage

Ooh ah ah ah you better learn to play ahh ooh ah ah

'Cause baby we got some bills to pay ooh ah ah

I know you gonna make it far ooh ah ah

'Cause you're my goddamn superstar

Baby gotta learn to dance

Put your arms up and clap your hands

You can't hang out with your friends

'Til momma got a Mercedes Benz

And now I'm seventeen I gotta moving out my life

My momma's telling m-m-me baby you did alright

Just keep your body tight follow Jesus Christ

And get yourself a lady that's good for making headlines ahh ooh ah ah

Picture on TMZ ooh oh ah ah

Cover of people magazine ahh ooh ah ah

Oh he's gonna make it far ooh oh ah ah

He's such a goddamn superstar

Summer in Saint Tropez just bought a house up in LA

Everywhere I go all eyes on me

Momma gonna get a Maybach on her birthday

Goddamn goddamn I'm in demand

Quick hundred grand on instagram

Big in Japan I'm down in Cannes check out the tan

Hedi slimane wants a boy in front row again oh Ferdinand

I've got this model saying ooh ah ah

In the backseat of the Limousine ah ooh ah ah

Oh baby she just wanna be seen with me ooh ah ah

I've got my name on Hollywood Boulevard ooh oh ah ah

I must be a goddamn superstar

I got so much money in the bank

I put tinted windows on everything

Hundred million fans wanna get up in my biz

What's he doing what is this

That's what happened to the boy that got the guitar for Christmas

Ooh ah ah you better learn to play ooh ah ah

'Cause baby we got some bills to pay ooh ah ah

I know you gonna make it far

'Cause you're my goddamn superstar

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