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Sublime - Superstar Punani
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sublime
Sublime
Musician
Eric Wilson
Eric Wilson
Bass Guitar
Floyd Gaugh
Floyd Gaugh
Drums
Bradley Nowell
Bradley Nowell
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Wilson
Eric Wilson
Songwriter
Bradley Nowell
Bradley Nowell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul Leary
Paul Leary
Producer
Stuart Sullivan
Stuart Sullivan
Mixing Engineer

Songtexte

So tell me if you really wanna be a superstar But fiesta on the mike and will surely take you far You made that drop on those 24 tracks We mix it all down then we put on wax Beginning is hyped when you playin' in the bars In the bottomless pit where you make loose and far Take away your privacy and take your guitar Then take your woman and impound your car My beginning of wisdom I won't take you too far First, you gotta sell your soul to be a superstar Baby, if you got it forget about that Your money don't concern you that's a natural fact Shut up your mouth before you get knocked down We're gonna listen to your voice upon the speaker box First you get a manager but what does he do? I'll be the first to tell you baby that I don't have a clue We're gonna make a phony image for the MTV Hear it on the radio say "Damn, that's me" Whenever I get over on a 3 peice hog Jesus and her mom are gonna break your arm Put your ass in the john Oh- to be a superstar (Oooh) I realize sometimes I feel old design Oh your reknown position and you just can't hide Ruff! Ruff! Ruff, ruff, ruff! All over the world you gotta take that trip But then you never thought you'd see the day you'd act like this Your rep is getting bigger than a B-52 And then it goes around the world before it gets back to you Hey, our love has started. Can you believe Before your eyes, this shit just come back to me, ah? Oh my God, I take a rest on the side So long, say so long, say so long, see ya Oh my God, if I'd a let my own, I'd take it Turn around and place it home I realize sometimes I feel old design Oh, your reknown position and you just can't hide Woah, it's the position That I just can't hide Bo Whatcha want whatcha need Give it a bunch of mine and you just can't miss Your love feels like this Some give ya love, get some this, hey Wad up your love Wad up your love Punani, punani Woah, if you love me (punani, punani) Free, yeah Free, oh oh oh Hey Want the dogs? Let 'em go. Let 'em
Writer(s): Bradley James Nowell, Eric John Wilson, Floyd I. Gaugh Iv Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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