Stars become fiction, bars become prisms
Trying to get back to this thing called love
Lets talk about the cars y'all got
Stars interlock, faster then a shot
Why am i back to shooting up again?
What the fuck happened to rap when
Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!
Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks
Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars
My dream is to chill with all of the stars
A shooting range with bullet limits
They gettin chips, they flippin bricks
Heard the sound of several gun shots
Everyone has heard of the stars
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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