Future Celebrity

Your boy been fly since his very first second on earth
Guess that’s why I keep referrin to myself in the third person
I get so high I can’t remember the words
to the verse that I wrote, oh right, I don’t write nothin
Now everywhere I go they be like “look at that dogg!
so much swag he could put it to a pussycat doll”
I just give a little cat call, put her on the catwalk
Loosen up her buttons it ain’t nothin to a rap star
and they’re sayin I’ma mess up my album
if I can’t stop my obsession with how to
get to hollywood get the respect and the power
How else am I supposed to get with Jessica Alba?
Or Kristin Cavalieri, Halle Berry, Eva Mendez
Take’em all back to school, teach’em sex ed
tell’em they gon’ have to prove who got the best head
she gon’ be my half of two until my deathbed

NO I CAN’T BE STOPPED
I GOT 15 MINUTES OF FAME AND YOU WON’T TAKE ‘EM AWAY
NO I CAN’T BE STOPPED
I GOT 15 MINUTES OF FAME AND YOU WON’T TAKE ‘EM AWAY
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO
I CAN’T BE SAVED…CUZ I’M A FUTURE CELEBRITY
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO
I WON’T BE SAVED
CUZ I’M A FUTURE CELEBRITY

Well I just got my apartment covered in red carpet
I’m feeling like I’m a star whenever I walk across it
I could be a star sleepin on a park bench
I could be a star if I was eatin from the garbage
Catch me at the bar I’m probly leavin with your daughter
She goes to my apartment — she ain’t leavin til tomorrow
see me when I rock, call it Jesus on the water
cuz they can’t believe what they’re seein in my aura
born to me a star — born with a big head
down to get married to some model I just met
down to get divorced before three, and the next day
get even more fame by releasing the sex tape
I don’t give a damn what the priests or the press say
As long as everybody cop my CD and press play
until I’ve been banned in every one of the red states
then I’ma keep doing my thing (Cuz I’m a future celebrity)

NO I CAN’T BE STOPPED…

The paparazzi wanna watch me gettin my coffee from starbucks
You think I’ll be caring at all when I’m getting the star bucks?
I can’t stop baby, I’m about my grind
So much money my accountant can’t count that high
I’m talkin money that’ll cop the crib on an Ibiza beach
I’m flyin in first class, never the cheaper seats
I stopped goin to church—I’m letting my Visa preach
so even my Jesus piece is wearing a Jesus piece
forgive me, Lord, I’m livin on easy street
I got America’s Top Model tellin me she’s a freak
I got vegan girls treating me like a piece of meat
and everything I ever wanted better believe it’s free
so yes that is a brand new car, don’t even breath on it
until I (I..I…I…)
THROW SOME D’S ON IT
I know you’re hatin you should let it be
K-Nice remember the name (cuz I’m a future celebrity)

NO I CAN’T BE STOPPED…

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