Do I really have to move all the way to LA
Just to get over (you)?
Yeah, you're gonna have to hear my name one day
From the girl that you're talking to
And now she's playing my song
And she's singing every word to you
No more driving late night, westside, highway
Or kissing on 1st Avenue
And it's not like you're asking me to stay
And the city just reminds me of you
I'm gonna have to be a superstar (superstar)
No matter where you are (no matter where you are)
Smashing my guitar, driving fancy cars
I'm a supеrstar
I guess I'll have to be a prеtty bitch, famous bitch
Show you everything you missed
I know you saw me dancing in my video
You watched it three times in a row
I guess that I still think of you
Do you think about me too?
I'm gonna have to be a superstar
Just to get you out my head
I want you to see me on the big screen and a magazine (yeah)
I want you to see me on the TV, it's so addicting
How you like that? What you think of that?
Now you call me back? It's a little late, yeah
(Do I really have to move all the way to LA)
(Just to get over—)
I'm gonna have to be a superstar
No matter where you are
Smashing my guitar, driving fancy cars
I'm a superstar
I guess I'll have to be a pretty bitch, famous bitch
(Do I really have to move all the way to LA)
Show you everything you missed
A pretty bitch, famous bitch
Show you everything you missed (just to drag you out of my head)
