D. McCloud - Star lyrics

[intro/sample] [Verse 1: Shokora] First, shoutout to the lonely kids who don't recognize mannequins 'cos they don't know what phony is Second off, shoutout to my daddy's s**m & my mother's uterus for even making this n***a Thirdly, shoutout to the herb that i be holding in like Kirby or college girls in Berkeley I wanna sell my soul but i don't think it's worth anything Many dreams, plenty schemes (man, f** it) My name is Dwayne, the Pineal Gland man Catch me doing a Can-Can over Tony Hawk doing a handstand All that means is that i'm higher, my words are the crack & my brain is the supplier, n***a You don't need a lighter 'cos i got that too I'm from San Bernardino n***a who made you? Sorry I was getting territorial like all the n******gs who wanted to drown me for being a f**ing Oreo Indian Prom Night, hotter than Curry If you're in a space jam, I'm Bill f**ing Murray and i'll be there in a hurry Now the kids say hurray, he can fix that like Dule Hill and he k**s Bills, not looking for cheap thrills He does it so Beatrice can write her own will, goddamn I once heard we're lost souls in a bowl of fish My mind knows one song and it goes like this [sample/outro]