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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dwight Howard
Dwight Howard
Background Vocals
Loren Harriet
Loren Harriet
Keyboards
Luis Conte
Luis Conte
Percussion
Leland Sklar
Leland Sklar
Bass Guitar
Abraham Laboriel
Abraham Laboriel
Bass Guitar
Tim Pierce
Tim Pierce
Guitar
Tony Moore
Tony Moore
Drums
Talley Sherwood
Talley Sherwood
Drum Programming
Aalany McMahon
Aalany McMahon
Background Vocals
Abraham Laboriel Sr.
Abraham Laboriel Sr.
Bass Guitar
Dutch Lennon
Dutch Lennon
Background Vocals
Jina Ellis
Jina Ellis
Background Vocals
Roman Lennon
Roman Lennon
Background Vocals
Rowdy Lennon
Rowdy Lennon
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Greg Camp
Greg Camp
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Loren Harriet
Loren Harriet
Producer
Craig Balsam
Craig Balsam
Executive Producer
Cliff Chenfeld
Cliff Chenfeld
Executive Producer
Kevin Samples
Kevin Samples
Producer
David Glasser
David Glasser
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me
I hate the sharpest tool in the shed
She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb
In the shape of an L on her forehead
Well, the years start coming and they don't stop coming
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
So much to do so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the back streets
You'll never know if you don't go, go
You'll never shine if you don't glow, glow
Hey now you're an all star get your game on, go play
Hey now you're a rock star get the show on get paid
And all that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars break the mold
It's a cool place and they say it gets colder
You're bundled up now but wait 'til you get older
But the meteor men beg to differ
Judging by the hole in the satellite picture
The ice we skate is getting pretty thin
The waters getting warm so you might as well swim
My world's on fire how about yours
That's the way I like it and I'll never get bored
Hey now you're an all star get your game on, go play
Hey now you're a rock star get the show on get paid
And all that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars break the mold
Come on, kids
Hey now you're an all star get your game on, go play
Hey now you're a rock star get the show on get paid
And all that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars
Somebody once asked could I spare some change for gas
I need to get myself away from this place
I said yep what a concept
I could use a little fuel myself
And we could all use a little change
Well, the years start coming and they don't stop coming
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
So much to do so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the back streets
You'll never know if you don't go, go
You'll never shine if you don't glow, glow
Hey now you're an all star get your game on, go play
Hey now you're a rock star get the show on get paid
All that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars break the mold
And all that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars break the mold
You're an all star but you gotta believe
Written by: Greg Camp
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