Lyrics

Yeah, yes problem child They say that stars are born I was born ready I've been broke so long I'm ready to get readies man I fly so high I need ground control London we have a problem I'm about to blow, so Clear the roads I'm on foot patrol and ain't no one keeping me down They say the kid got heart man I'm climbing up the charts 'cause the kids love the way that I sound Oh Lord won't you feel for me, and you wanna keep it real with me When I'm flowing flowing flowing, star hoppin', star hoppin', yeah And Lord won't you feel for me, and you wanna keep it real with me Floating from harder ways, star hoppin', star hoppin' One pair of bottoms One pair of jeans Woke up with the same problems Slept with the same dream Dreaming is the burden of another Now I pose for photos for my album cover I'm like, Martin Luther King said 'I have a dream' And even though the King is dead he's a part of history I'm King of the ring like Muhammad Ali I'm 'a storm the charts like I'm a tsunami Oh Lord won't you feel for me And you wanna keep it real with me When I'm flowing flowing flowing, star hoppin', star hoppin', yeah And Lord won't you feel for me And you wanna keep it real with me Floating from harder ways, star hoppin', star hoppin' Yeah, yes problem child Yeah, yeah Star hoppin', star hoppin' Star hoppin', star hoppin', yeah Star hoppin', star hoppin' Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) yeah Oh Lord won't you feel for me And you wanna keep it real with me And I'm flowing flowing flowing, star hoppin', star hoppin', yeah And Lord won't you feel for me And you wanna keep it real with me Floating from harder ways