Con, Yea!

Con,Yea!

Gotta feed on a star – I know for sure
Gotta feed on a star
Gotta feed on a star, little bigun
Gotta feed on a star
You must purchase the cool shades
Read all the women he lays
That vocoder’s got some range
Flash all the signs he displays – my people, No

Gotta feed on a star – I know for sure
Gotta feed on a star
Gotta feed on a star, little bigun
Gotta feed on a star
His latest fued festering
His newest song featuring
That boy’s so sick he’s deranged
Download my phone so he rings – my people, No

Gotta feed on a star – I know for sure
Gotta feed on a star
Gotta feed on a star, little bigun
Gotta feed on a star
He’s his own biggest groupie
Interrupts Taylor’s emmy
Speaks in third person for days
Bigger, faster, stronger – please – my people