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 sh*t 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 f**ed 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