Superstar pt3 (Laundromat)
The bubble has popped for this fallen star
No more luxury cars, riches, and caviar
I was the search word that everybody looked up
Was gonna have my face put on a million bucks
But things happened so fast I was a newborn turtle
Couldn’t get past or trash the smallest of hurdles
Now I’m in this Laundromat thinking where it wrong
I don’t even know why I’m writing this song
poem by P.R. Prosper
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