City of Stars

I know that you think this song is for you

I used to long for you and adore you

My life was just fine way back before you

Now when you reach out I just ignore you

'Cause this ain't a love song

This is so long

You did me so wrong for so long

For so long

No, I never thought I could live my life without you

All you ever seem to do is scream and make it all about you

And so I doubt you

I doubt you even know what's on my mind

I said, I doubt you

I doubt you even know why I left you behind

I know that I've been living

I know that I've been living

I know that I've been living

I know that I've been living

In the city of stars

Where there's flying cars

A brand new home for everyone

And even life on Mars

In the city of stars

Where there's flying cars

A brand new home for everyone

And even life on Mars

This ain't a love song

This is so long

You did me so wrong for so long

For so long

And so I doubt you

I doubt you even know what's on my mind

I said, I doubt you

I doubt you even know why I left you

Yeah, uh, yeah

Much love to Def Jam, even though they under shipped me

Did me like Bobby did Whitney, but the fans was with me

Know my name around the world but it still ain't hit me

All the talent in the world and they still don't get me

I didn't talk about my race on the whole first album

But black versus white bullshit was still the outcome

How come these motherfuckers can't seem to let it go

Judging rap by race instead of the better flow

Who gives a fuck who made it, I penetrate it and innovate it

While they emulate it, give a fuck if I'm hated

I'ma do it till I get it, fuck a nominated

Bitch, I dominate it

Yeah, emails from Rick Rubin, dinner with no ID

Chilling with B I G D A double-D Y K A N E

Not many get to do what I do, and now enemies

Thinking they slick as fuck like they finna befriending me

But let's get back to the music, I'm gone

Outside of this solar system, I'm searching for paradise

Livin' the life, bitch, I've been a vet

Fuck all these cats on the internet

I love hip hop and I hate hip hop

'Cause people that love Pac hope that Drake get shot

'Cause he raps about money and bitches, for heaven's sakes

Pac did the same shit, just on a drum break

Now, I ain't wanna name names, I'm just droppin' this game

We all people, all equal, now let me let off, yeah, yeah

Now let me let off

Tougher than raw denim, my flow you can't identify

Talib said it best back in the day, we just tryna get by

Two words, Mos Def, in my headphones

Black on one side, now I'm in another zone

Switch flows, fuck 'em up, play the game, run 'em up

Yeah, I sold a couple records but people don't give a fuck

All that people want is real, guess that's why Logic appeal

All the power in the world, hold that, tell me how that feel

Racism on television and magazines

Paying taxes so soldiers don't run out of magazines, goddamn

Country don't give a fuck who I am

Just a youngin' on the rise with a mic in my hand

And I am, here's to the Roc

The .45 Glock that my older brother pop, shot

And I am finally on top, too high up, not a drop

Stop, we gettin' guap, gettin' guap

I am livin' like I ain't got it

Spit the flow so robotic, man who gives a fuck about it

Maryland till I die, but I had to get the fuck up out it

I love it and hate it, you probably don't know, man, I doubt it