Buck 65 - Superstars Don't Love lyrics

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Buck 65 - Superstars Don't Love lyrics

[Verse 1] Michael Jackson died today Cycle's action, hideaway News flash, loose cash, soft-core p**n Orsi lying on the floor Where no man has gone before Red meats, bed sheets, born forlorn War-torn b-boys Cybernetic decoys Nerdy henchman, dirty Frenchman, world's on strike Underground and transatlantic Rumour mill expands the panic Run ragged, long legged girls on bikes Watch me! Karate kick! Spin the reversal I got the sh** just like in the commercial Watch me! Risque! Controversial! Livin' life just like in the commercial A step ahead, ran beyond, pen and paper champion Ink and blood, sink in mud, earn your turn Digging deep, source obscure What a load of horse manure Roxanne, Roxanne. Burn! Burn! Burn! Never ending, probably starting Memories of Dolly Parton Paris nights and Paris sights, found my flaw Goose-neck, handle bar, silver ships of Andilar Dixie jive, sixty-five, down by law [Chorus] Superstars don't love, they play This is how we do, everyday I feel like a million bucks I feel like a million bucks I feel like a million bucks I feel like a million bucks [Verse 2] Michael Jackson! Michael Jackson! Michael Jackson! Forever fly, severed ties The king of pop will never die Michael Jackson! Michael Jackson! Michael Jackson! Forever fly, severed ties The king of pop will never die Situation, Guy Debord, Grand Wizard Theodore Distant lover, Crispin Glover, everything is fine! Dollar bill, holy grail, you can't win, only fail Over oceans, Nova Scotian, every kind combined A lot of noise, a little peace, circumstance: middle east Woody Guthrie, would he trust me? Ran a fence between Sing the words, you know the song Everything you know is wrong Rocket ships! Apocalypse! Man against machine... [Bridge] B-boys, warlords, outlaws, heroes, smart girls Cowboys, poor folks, zeroes Bookworms, weirdos, wise ones, nomads Young punks, good guys, stick it to the man! [Chorus] Flash light Last night Ass tight That's right [Verse 3] Making friends by telephone Leave the kids the hell alone Trouble maker, double-taker, ultra pretty mom Imitation Spiderman, hide the truth inside your hand Rural China, girl's vagina, keep the city calm Super-unapologetic, especially precocious Form and focus, swarm of locust Peril of the sun, magic words are mine to say Lead me not, I'll find the way Masterpiece, Evangelista, barrel of a gun! [Bridge] B-boys, warlords, outlaws, heroes, smart girls Cowboys, poor folks, zeroes Bookworms, weirdos, wise ones, nomads Young punks, good guys, stick it to the man! [Chorus]