[Intro: one firework pops, the bass player counts it in] [Hook: cocky male MC, laughing] These ain't real stars? Nah, but look at your face Whole block on the roof, and you starin' into space You can hate how it's made, you can hate where it's from But you jumped when it popped, and you hummed when it hummed [Verse 1: cocky, deep in the pocket] Hot night, every roof on the block got a cooler and a crowd You the only one up there with his back turned, talkin' loud "That ain't a real star, that's powder and a fuse" Pal, nobody asked the sky to show papers 'fore it blew Light hit your face 'fore your mouth got a vote Your arm hair stood up like it heard the first note Now you wanna file a complaint with the moon Sayin' real music comes from pain. I hurt too. Just not on cue [Flow switch: double-time, tongue out] Real, real, real, you say real like a password at a door Like a velvet rope in front of a club that ain't open no more You the bouncer at a bar where the band quit years ago Checkin' IDs on the ghosts while the party's down the road [Hook: cocky male MC] These ain't real stars? Nah, but look at your face Whole block on the roof, and you starin' into space You can hate how it's made, you can hate where it's from But you jumped when it popped, and you hummed when it hummed [Verse 2: smoother, funk keys stab] Here's the joke that'll ruin your night, so sit down Half them real stars you wish on? Dead. Burnt out. Long gone from around That light took a million years to get here, and the source been cold You been makin' wishes on a funeral and callin' it soul Mine's live. Right now. Over your head. Hot in your eyes It ain't old, and it ain't holy, it's just loud and alive And I seen you with the window cracked and the lights off late Mouthin' every word to the one you swore you hate [Beat Switch: band drops to slap bass and kick, the roof laughs] Bass, talk to him [Verse 3: double-time, the whole band slams back in] It ain't the sound that's eatin' you, it's that you can't gatekeep it Can't sell a ticket to the sky, can't make the kids sneak in it You built a fence around a field and charged us at the gate Now the kids hop it laughin', and they ain't gon' wait Grab a lighter, grab a seat, grab a grip, grab a clue The sky don't owe you shit, and the sky don't know you [Final Hook: full band, wah guitar screamin'] These ain't real stars? Nah, but look at your face Whole block on the roof, and you starin' into space You can hate how it's made, you can hate where it's from But you jumped when it popped, and you hummed when it hummed [Outro: last firework, band hits one chord, stop] [End]
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