Star Lyrics - Brockhampton

I might go Interstellar 

I feel like Matthew McConaughey 

I don't care for what they gotta say 

Tony Perkis how I drop the weight 

Jason Bourne with the headshot 

Jason Statham with the whip game 

Liam Neeson with the rescue 

I go Gunnar with the leather face 

Bruce Campbell with the chains 

Tobin Bell with the saw 

Anthony Hopkins, I'm eatin' 'em raw 

They don't know who we are 

Molly Shannon I'm a superstar 

Ride or die like it's sea biscuit 

Tryna stack like Tobey 

John Wick, I don't leave a witness 

Chris Paul, I'm assistin' 

Ameer going Blake Griffin 

Give me forty-eight minutes 

We go '04 Pistons 

Catch a fade like Robert Horry 

Only time to get the spotlight 

Deray how I'm top flight 

Go Obama when I drop mics 

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I'm the black Tom Hanks 

You can call me nigga Banks 

Secret Agent Cody Banks 

Quarter pound of the dank 

On the scale and it stank 

Throwin' mama in a range 

I just bought a new Wraith 

Nic Cage with the face off 

John Travolta when I take off 

Brad Pitt, start a fight club 

Turn the trap into the nightclub 

I'm like Prince with the white doves 

Paint a picture with the white dust 

Lionel Ritchie with the white bitch 

Try to tell it to her nicely, but she never wanna listen 

Beat the pussy to submission 

Tom Cruise on a mission 

Pull a RnB singer, bring her back to South Central 

I shine just like a popstar, MJ my initial 

Kobe Bryant with the spin moves 

If these niggas got issues, H-town with Beyoncé 

Turn her to my prom date 

King pin like Jay Z, dance moves like J.T 

Photos 

Heath Ledger with some dreads 

I just gave my nigga head 

Standing on my two legs 

Fuck what that nigga done said 

Bruh, I don't fuck with no white boys 

Less the nigga Shawn Mendes 

I been off and I been dead 

Bad as hell, I don't bench press 

High school, they ain't fuck with me 

Now the critics don't fuck with me 

My own fam ain't fuck with me 

But Viceland did fuck with me 

I'm the only popstar with no money 

Can't drive, so I'm still running 

Uber takin' all my show money 

But that's okay, I got more money 

Not enough to get my teeth fixed 

So my boyfriend in the street, bitch 

In the moonlight I get seasick 

Did ya see all that, all that we did? 

Did all this shit in the weekend 

We was up all late tweakin' (yeah!) 

Ice Cube on a Friday, Chris Tucker on a Friday 

Michael Cera on a Friday, Jonah Hill on a Friday 

Rockin' leaves, blood diamonds 

Sucked off on the highway 

Police right behind me 

Like a nigga stole his OJ 

Okay, I don't play 

Got the same last name as O.J