Lyrics STARGAZ3R! - Andromedus

Hahaha you thought I was done raging
Ain't no way cuh! Yuh Lets go

In the day I'm a word machine at night feed the flaming mic with paper
Call me the master chef in the stu my opp be a pastry baker
Trigger me again ima slice you wit my lightsaber
Yo girl love me instead tonight ima fuck her ina moon crater
Haters be a baby they be crying they need daycare
Talking my shit to the world be on errybodys radar
At night I talk alone to the sky call me the stargazer
Pull up at foosacklys ima flirt with every shordie waitress

How you want Louis Vuitton but you sleeping on the futon
Why the opps know me better finna put my crew on
Placing my stickers errywhere ion fuck wit goo gone
I be like Chia pet on these bitches I just sat and grew on
I don't give a shit I main Sir Roland in Brawlhalla
Homie say he fuckin twenty girls, but I bet it make his dick smaller
Took art appreciation know the theory of the main colors
Still draw my own worlds keep a sketchbook, gel pen and crayons

In the day I'm a word machine at night feed the flaming mic with paper
Call me the master chef in the stu my opp be a pastry baker
Trigger me again ima slice you wit my lightsaber
Yo girl love me instead tonight ima fuck her ina moon crater
Haters be a baby they be crying they need daycare
Talking my shit to the world be on errybodys radar
At night I talk alone to the sky call me the stargazer
Pull up at foosacklys ima flirt with every shordie waitress

Have a reoccurring dream in the woods having a threesome with a lamia and a harpy
Ima rolling tire full of energy I be the life of my cranium party
Girl don't come with yo guy friends to my crib they treat you like a Barbie
You know I gotta keep it a hunnid lil shordie she only giving me forty
I make my all my own lyrics like DNA in the lab I splice
When I first started rapping graded a three now I feel like a nine
I get all royalties cause my name is Prince Star Shyne
I have a magic power at any moment to make the stars align

In the day I'm a word machine at night feed the flaming mic with paper
Call me the master chef in the stu my opp be a pastry baker
Trigger me again ima slice you wit my lightsaber
Yo girl love me instead tonight ima fuck her ina moon crater
Haters be a baby they be crying they need daycare
Talking my shit to the world be on errybodys radar
At night I talk alone to the sky call me the stargazer
Pull up at foosacklys ima flirt with every shordie waitress