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