paroles de chanson Shooting Star - Syn Suitcase feat. DirectedByEric

Ay, yeah, I know what I'm bout to be, know where I'mma go
I'mma shooting star, shoot a dude, shoot it for the gold
Ay, I'm a diamond dude, yeah, I'm bout to hit a plat
I'm a champion dude, yeah, I'm pushin' for the max
Workin' at a pizza shop, yeah, I'm flippin' dough
I'm makin' all this money, bitch, where the fuck the hoes
Bitch tryna catch in tunes, let it go
Bad lil' boy on the pesos
Bad lil' boy gettin' payroll
I was workin' heavy, doo-a-doo
I can't flow, not right now

6 yap fest, I been around, ran through
I'm all done with this clown act I pursue
Copping an s10 in my clear sighted view
My hindrance reinacted with my best friend drinking some slight booze
But ignorance is bliss, I'm sober and lack zero fear
I'm coming on the doormat with a spliff and some gear
Back away phony, you'll down the barrel with my bat, spit and tears
I got zero to lose, only a cat, slit and ears

I don't know...
I lost flow
Lets- Here, okay get up really quick
Let's hear what it sounds like really quick
Uhh, definitely is gonna sound-
You don't think it's gonna sound good?
No definitely gonna sound interesting
Ha, interesting