Page Six - MF Grimm

The world will help you climb ‘cause they

Love a superstar

Someone has to crash and burn, so they

Love a superstar, and, yes

I’m a superstar

Darling of PR, papa-

-razzi shoot from close and far

Even in private, no moments alone

I heard he’s been through Hell

Do his rap music really sell?

Among the elite, will he prevail?

Is he on his way back to jail?

Read that he shot it out with the cops

Beat his ass until he dropped

Threw him in a cell, told him to rot

Who did he know and how did he get out?

Can he walk?

‘Cause I heard he’s wheeling

Over drugs involving dealings

Shot ten times, do he have feelings?

Heard he’s violent, do he have feelings?

Got a girl?

Do he have feelings?

Life story so appealing

Not just us, OK, globe

Inquiring minds, they all want to know

The world will help you climb ‘cause they

Love a superstar

Someone has to crash and burn, so they

Love a superstar, and, yes

I’m a superstar

Darling of PR, papa-

-razzi shoot from close and far

Even in private, no moments alone

Upper West Side’s where he’s living

Will he end up like John Lennon?

Gunned down while with his woman?

For sin and unforgiven?

Sometime, people approach him

Touch trigger, should he toast ‘em?

A fan came to just praise him

«I love your music, I have all your songs»

Thank God he did not blaze him

That life just got him crazy

Shot it out with most those rappers

In streets, he’s even deeper

Living life now Day By Day

We need quotes, what will he say?

Name in lights thrown in mud, the

Carpet is red from celebrity blood

The world will help you climb ‘cause they

Love a superstar

Someone has to crash and burn, so they

Love a superstar, and, yes

I’m a superstar

Darling of PR, papa-

-razzi shoot from close and far

Even in private, no moments alone

He grew up while at war

Is he really six-foot-four?

They say he talk to angels

And safest while in danger

He has scars on his neck

‘Cause demons tried to strangle

Like spawn, came back from Hell

Sound like a movie, I think it would sell

He’s known as a Grand Master

Always an innovator

He seems so mad at America

Could he be in Al-Qaeda?

We hear he feel he’s greater

And really know his craft

I have one thing to ask you:

Can you please help me get his autograph?

The world will help you climb ‘cause they

Love a superstar

Someone has to crash and burn, so they

Love a superstar, and, yes

I’m a superstar

Darling of PR, papa-

-razzi shoot from close and far

Even in private, no moments alone