Hate when they call me superstar   do I look like a superstar   yet unreachable and very far   ever notice i'm right here where wit y'all   I cover my face because   they do not need to see   im no gangsta or no thug   i am just being me   the world smells of drama   so i cover up my nose   the faces like film leave it out to long   it gets over exposed   getting praised by magazines   from my girlfriends in my clothes   I hope they still love me   when i should wait   'cause i'm afraid to blow      chorus:   WANT WAR   (well)   WAR WILL GIVE   (we'll be rockin this)   BANDANA   (well)   SO U CANT SEE SHIT      Now the fear of blowing up   definitely takes its toll   it sends its demons down deep into your mind   to take control   if it thinks its got my mind   then it better think again   I got the pleasure of the piano   and this powerful pen   but you   (YOU)   you had 15 minutes to shine what's your concepts   (huh)   Whats so interesting?   whats your desire?   did u get your cover story   and your precious headlines   so sorry so sorry so sorry they just fucked you from behind      CHORUS      I dont wanna blow up   im smiling 'cause i know   the pieces that make me me   and glisten from my soul   my self esteem is not a thing   it comes from within   can u take a picture   I'll sign whatever you want my friends   still    (still)   still   (still)      YEA!      CHORUS      WANT WAR