Текст песни Stars - Yung Baller

Ain't no space for you in my heart
Call lil' shawty, wanna fuck in the car
I feel lonely when I'm in the dark
I'm a fly nigga, Tony Stark
I'ma just look in the stars
All my niggas, they stars
She know who we are
Hit this blunt, nigga, I'm on Mars
I swear, I'm so faded, yeah, yeah
Boy, you a lame, you outdated
Yeah, yeah
If you got something, we take it
Yeah, yeah
I swear, I'm so underrated
Yeah, yeah
They gone wake soon though
Got a bad lil' baby at the door
Oh yeah, she a bad lil' baby, she know
My life is a hill, I ain't talking Chino

Ring around the Rosie
Don't talk down, you don't know me
You don't know me, you is not my homie
Fake ass boy, you a phoney baloney
She see blue hundred, she think that I'm crippin'
Lemonade, that's what I'm sipping
I'm a real nigga, just listen
I know you fine baby, but I will not pay tuition

It's crazy how niggas change, I should've known
But when you shining one day, they call your phone
(Brr, brr) Hello, hello? Stop calling my phone
Hello, who is this? Please stop calling my phone
She give me the top and give me the dome
I seen her future like Raven-Symoné
Michael Jackson, beat it, lil nigga, chamone
Said you wanna fly lil' baby, come home
I swear I be depressed sometimes
I'ma get to the top, I'ma take what's mine
Say you get bread, boy, stop that lying
I'm winning to much, shit, feel like a crime

Winning too much, you ain't catching up with me
R.I.P to Juice, I'm feeling so empty
I'm on the edge, man, I'm on the tippie
She got my phone and said she want a hickey
Winning too much, you ain't catching up with me
R.I.P to Juice, I'm feeling so empty
I'm on the edge, man, I'm on the tippie
She got my phone and said she want a hickey