Superstar

Life is comin' so fast, I really wanna go home They sell me for my art, uh, to make their money so long I can't tell who you are, drive fast in your fancy car So high, like you're up in Mars, 'cause they made you superstar Too much cash, the residue, you spend on things you never knew Cameras and flashin' lights blindin' you from the evening to noon Doin' things you never do with people pretendin' like you Feel so out of place, so you pull strings so you can feel in tune Parties with super rich kids, they make you feel so cool Private planes, huge estates and jumpin' from roofs to pools Gettin' drunk, act a fool, usin' designer drugs as fuel Your life has been so cruel so you stopped followin' God's rules Life is comin' so fast, I really wanna go home They sell me for my art, uh, to make their money so long I can't tell who you are, drive fast in your fancy car So high, like you're up in Mars, 'cause they made you superstar