ترانه:
Kinder The Family Soul Stars

stars looking up at you baby ( im here baby for you baby) my heart belongs right here next to you baby (right here next to you baby). [repeat chorus] I said the stars

a little school money But in the sixth grade I wanted to be the school dummy And flunked outta school with the flag pole And left my mother dear at home with a sad soul

' Doc Brown When we made our first debaut ah he needed his dimes And there were times he'd receive a fee But he would pass it on to some poor soul that

me kill this mic dare Blimps landing over Times Square Let y'all know my kind's rare Intolerance signed Still on the grind Find that the family guy

Chorus: What type of drugs do you do? And what do you do to get your hands on your shit mothafucka huh? ? !! What kind of dirty tricks you do to get

blind I'mma do it for the love of all television kind and that's fine, and that's fine... make me a star, I wanna touch gold hold me suspended in a

hall Where there's a nightly brawl And all that jazz [Roxie Hart] Say it again. [Fred Casely] You're a star, kid. My little shooting star! [Velma Kelly

't give a fuck and if your shit don't blow up, tough But the star gets both promotion and devotion From the whole fucking staff, at you, they laugh The star

And Black Star said we are what we are The Knowledge Of Self Determination And my little homie KG Up there in Minnesota milking 10000 lakes Keep the heat on em', we got to be kind