Celebrity
I think you the only one I wanna check on
Ever since you woke to that menacing you been slept on
Fenty over tears and depression you put ya dress on
Revel on the weekend, forget whatever was stressed on
Text message memories what the fuck was ya ex on?
In 6 inch heels now you hoping that you don't step wrong
Yea I know you headstrong
And even in the best form you end up getting led on
But press on, while nails is getting pressed on, reflect on
The way I'm tryna take it from mall crush to altars
Give you all trust and get you dolled up at Ulta
Exalt ya, for every time ya heart crushed to sawdust
If you ain't bossed up I got it handled from walk up
Baby I know this part sucks
You tryna start from the beginning
And that's why you got ya guards up
But one day they gon call us on stages and applaud us
And even if we fall you a star and I'm star struck
Cause you my celebrity
Got me falling for you
This ain't what I'm used to
Got my walls up baby, is this true love, you
You've been falling for me
Yea baby you treat me
Like a celebrity, baby
Lights camera action make a movie with ya pretty ass
You the #1 attraction that this city has
I laid eyes on ya frame size
Now I'm going deeper 4th quarter the games tied
Supposed to be a team but I keep making you change sides
Penetration bringing plenty shaking you can't hide
Why you think I'm always at ya crib when you say slide
Thinking bout that pussy when I clock in my day job
And you ain't too proud, get a cushion just so you ain't too loud
Dripping all over the tip and, I'm long stroking and digging
Deeper than what you used to, eat you until you coo coo
Leaking on my sheets and you teasing me with ya voodoo
Salute you
Cause who knew you could have me out my element
Unwrapping your elegance and cracking up ya skeleton, uh
You boutta make it on my playlist
And even if you never chasing fame
I gotta place you on my A-List
Cause you my celebrity
Yea you my celebrity, yea
Red carpets
Flashing lights and cameras and shit
Yea
Got me falling for you
This ain't what I'm used to
Got my walls up baby, is this true love, you
You've been falling for me
Yea baby you treat me
Like a celebrity, baby
Ever since you woke to that menacing you been slept on
Fenty over tears and depression you put ya dress on
Revel on the weekend, forget whatever was stressed on
Text message memories what the fuck was ya ex on?
In 6 inch heels now you hoping that you don't step wrong
Yea I know you headstrong
And even in the best form you end up getting led on
But press on, while nails is getting pressed on, reflect on
The way I'm tryna take it from mall crush to altars
Give you all trust and get you dolled up at Ulta
Exalt ya, for every time ya heart crushed to sawdust
If you ain't bossed up I got it handled from walk up
Baby I know this part sucks
You tryna start from the beginning
And that's why you got ya guards up
But one day they gon call us on stages and applaud us
And even if we fall you a star and I'm star struck
Cause you my celebrity
Got me falling for you
This ain't what I'm used to
Got my walls up baby, is this true love, you
You've been falling for me
Yea baby you treat me
Like a celebrity, baby
Lights camera action make a movie with ya pretty ass
You the #1 attraction that this city has
I laid eyes on ya frame size
Now I'm going deeper 4th quarter the games tied
Supposed to be a team but I keep making you change sides
Penetration bringing plenty shaking you can't hide
Why you think I'm always at ya crib when you say slide
Thinking bout that pussy when I clock in my day job
And you ain't too proud, get a cushion just so you ain't too loud
Dripping all over the tip and, I'm long stroking and digging
Deeper than what you used to, eat you until you coo coo
Leaking on my sheets and you teasing me with ya voodoo
Salute you
Cause who knew you could have me out my element
Unwrapping your elegance and cracking up ya skeleton, uh
You boutta make it on my playlist
And even if you never chasing fame
I gotta place you on my A-List
Cause you my celebrity
Yea you my celebrity, yea
Red carpets
Flashing lights and cameras and shit
Yea
Got me falling for you
This ain't what I'm used to
Got my walls up baby, is this true love, you
You've been falling for me
Yea baby you treat me
Like a celebrity, baby
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Writer(s): Curtis Graves
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