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)
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