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  • Опубліковано 20 лип 2023
  • I Don't Own The Rights To The Music
    𝗢𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗦𝗼𝗻𝗴: • Dave - Starlight
    𝗦𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗨𝗽 & 𝗥𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗯 𝗩𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻: • Dave - Starlight | Spe...
    𝗟𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘀:
    It's hard to hate on the truth I'm livin'
    Enough man hate with the lies instead
    Countin' cash with the phone to my ear
    I feel like Meek on a private jet
    Life or death
    Five-five, eyes, thighs, potential wifey
    Industry, respected highly
    In the street, protected
    I do know my man but I don't trust him
    Trust that, P's in the trap, disgusting
    Stick with the stick, PVA, PDA
    Kiss that in public
    South London, where I made my
    South London's where I made my first hundred
    Elastic bands, plastic bags
    Two in the blue like cheese and onion
    In Jamaica, quick vacation, travellin' my pastime
    'Nough pollution in the ends, I flew back yard 'cah I wanna see starlight
    Eritrean, skin tone cinnamon, I think I found my princess
    My empress still gonna impress
    I know them man talk on the kid but
    It's hard to hate on the truth I'm livin'
    Enough man hate with the lies instead
    Countin' cash with the phone to my ear
    I feel like Meek on a private jet
    Life or death
    Five-five, eyes, thighs, potential wifey
    Industry, respected highly
    In the street, protected
    Any girl that I'm dating knows
    Bags that I buy come filled with fifties
    She a ten out of ten on a bad day
    Public affection, I tell her, "Come kiss me"
    I like mine obsessed, clingy
    If she don't miss me, miss me
    If she don't miss me, history
    If she don't miss me, it's a mystery
    G17 in the party, tipsy
    Don't drink, that's risky
    Focus, shells gonna land like Disney
    And put 'em down under, Sydney
    That's bait, I'll donate both my kidneys
    True love, what the kid needs
    And a girl from the Westest Indies
    I know them man talk on the kid but
    It's hard to hate on the truth I'm livin'
    Enough man hate with the lies instead
    Countin' cash with the phone to my ear
    I feel like Meek on a private jet
    Life or death
    Five-five, eyes, thighs, potential wifey
    Industry, respected highly
    In the street, protected
    In this world that I'm in
    How you wanna take pics with the belts and the ring
    But don't help in the gym?
    'Nough girls dating their biggest haters
    How her boyfriend don't want her to win?
    Like reh
    And why my girlfriend never wanna see me have a good time out if she ain't there?
    (Fly, fly me to the moon) Yeah, yeah
    Fly me to the moon, let me get some space
    Seein' them stars on her private story
    I dust that chick, she got no grace (let me see what spring is like on Jupiter, Jupiter)
    See her ex man, she got no taste
    Hip dip, she got no waist
    Body snatched, serving face (in other words, hold my hand)
    Hold my hand, personal trainer
    Frequent flyer badge, she tone and tan (in other words)
    Free my gang, 013's and 020's (darlin, kiss me)
    Oh, God knows I miss my bros
    I just got a call from jail on the phone and that might
    Fill my heart with song and let me sing forevermore
    You are all I long for
    All I worship and adore
    In other words, please be true
    In other words, I love you
    Well, in other words, I love you
    𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 & 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞

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