Lauryn Hill - Superstar

Yo, hip-hop, started out in the heart
Uh-huh, yo
Now everybody tryin' to chart
Say what? Hip-hop started out in the heart (come on now, baby, come on now, baby)
Yo, uh, now everybody tryin' to chart, what? (Come on now, baby, come on, uh)
Come on now, baby, come on now, baby, come on now, baby, come on, uh
Come on now, baby, come on now, baby, come on now, baby, come on

Come on, baby, light my fire (come on)
Everything you drop is so tired (everything)
Music is supposed to inspire (music is supposed to inspire)
How come we ain't gettin no higher? (How come? How come?)

Now tell me your philosophy (yeah, yeah)
On exactly what an artist should be
Should they be someone with prosperity
And no concept of reality?

Now, who you know without any flaws? (Now, who you know without any flaws?)
That lives above the spiritual laws? (That lives above the spiritual laws?)
And does anything they feel just because (just because, just because)
There's always someone there who'll applaud? (There)

Come on, baby, light my fire (come on)
Everything you drop is so tired (everything you drop is so tired)
Music is supposed to inspire (what are we here for, what are we here for)
How come we ain't gettin no higher? (Gettin' no higher)

I know you think that you've got it all (I know you think that you've got it all)
And by making other people feel small (and by making other people feel small)
Makes you think you're unable to fall (you can fall, you can fall)
But when you do, who you gonna call? (You gotta call Him, you gotta call Him)

See, what you give is just what you get (what you give is just what you get)
I know it hasn't hit you yet (I know it hasn't hit you yet)
Now, I don't mean to get you upset (get upset, get upset)
But every cause has an effect, uh-huh

Come on, baby, light my fire (come on)
Everything you drop is so tired (come on)
Music is supposed to inspire (music is supposed to inspire)
So how come we ain't gettin no higher? (We ain't no higher, we ain't no higher)

I cross sands in distant lands, made plans with the sheiks
Why you beef with freaks as my album sales peak? Uh
All I wanted was to sell like five hundred
And be a ghetto superstar since my first album Blunted
I used to work at Foot Locker, they fired me and fronted
Or I quitted, now I spit it, however do you want it?
Now you get it, writing rhymes in the Range with the frames, lightly tinted
Then send it to your block and have my full name cemented (Lauryn Hill)
And if your lines sound like mine, I'm taking a percentage (ka-ching)
Unprecedented and still respected
When it's finished, I'm serious, I'm takin' over areas in Aquarius
Runnin' red lights with my ten thousand chariots
Just as Christ was a superstar, you stupid, star
They'll hail you then nail you, no matter who you are
They'll make you now then take you down and make you face it
If you slit the bag open, put your pinky in it and taste it

C'mon, baby, light my fire
Everything you drop is so tired (everything you drop, everything you drop)
Music is supposed to inspire (oh, yeah)
So, how come we ain't gettin no higher? (No, no, we ain't getting no higher, no higher)

C'mon, baby, light my fire (c'mon, baby, light my fire)
Everything you drop is so tired (everything you drop is so tired)
Music is supposed to inspire (where you at now? Where you at now? Where you at now?)
So, how come we ain't gettin no higher? (How come we ain't gettin no higher?)

C'mon, baby, light my fire (yeah, come on, baby)
Everything you drop is so tired (everything you drop is so tired)
Music is supposed to inspire
So, how come we ain't gettin no higher? (We ain't no higher)

Written by:
Jim Morrison, Johari Jermone Newton, John Paul Densmore, Lauryn N Hill, Rasheem Sharrief Pugh, Raymond D Manzarek, Robert A Krieger, Tejumold Ramone Newton, Vada J Nobles

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing

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