Starry Eyed

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]

Some of these people think I'm famous, well shit I guess I am

It's like every time I go out in CT I see a fan

They're like "Webby your the man", and I'm like god damn

This shit is gettin' crazy even though it's been the plan

Since I sat in 6th grade writin' 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 achievin' 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 shit

Keep it moving everyday and not for any reason quit

Your friends will say your changin', a lot will turn their backs

Even though its just a job nobody looks at it like that

This my way of makin' money, my fuckin' 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

Because now these chicks are DTF from the moment they hear my name

Like

It's Chris Webby by the way

[Chorus]

Oh, oh, starry eyed

[Verse 2: Chris Webby]

This game is fuckin' crazy it'll turn homies to 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 shit, 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 be up on stage

Karma is a bitch 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

[Chorus]

Oh, oh, starry eyed

[Verse 3: Chris Webby]

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 amounts of bars

They try to say I'm fake, it didn't work for the spot

That's why I've got 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

Its like because I'm finally successful they despise me

Why can't you all be happy I'm a kid like you

Who's just tryin' 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 in academia

This is for the kids with A.D.D

Who were told they won't amount to nothin', baby just look at me

[Chorus]

Oh, oh, starry eyed