• 标题:RAPSTAR
  • 歌手:Polo G
  • 专辑:RAPSTAR
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    作词 : Taurus Bartlett/Einer Bankz/Alexander Wu
    作曲 : Taurus Bartlett/Einer Bankz/Alexander Wu
    (Shout out my nigga Synco)
    (Tuned up)
    Uh, copped a BMW, new deposit, I picked up another bag
    Like, "**** it, I'ma count while I'm in it"
    I hear planes flyin', crowds screamin', money counters, chains clangin'
    Shit, I guess that's how it sound when you winnin'
    I ain't jokin', do it sound like I'm kiddin'?
    I've been makin' like two thousand a minute
    So high up through the clouds, I was swimmin'
    I'm probably gon' drown when I'm in it
    I bet she gon' get loud when I'm in it
    And we might have a child when I'm finished
    Uh, I won't love a ho, after we **** she can't get near me
    Only bitch I give a conversation to is Siri
    My pants Amiri, yes, I'm winnin', clearly
    I'm the chosen one, seen my potential so they fear me
    Lately I've been prayin', God, I wonder, can you hear me?
    Thinkin' 'bout the old me, I swear I miss you dearly
    Stay down 'til you come up, I've been stickin' to that theory
    Every day a battle, I'm exhausted and I'm weary
    Make sure I smile in public, when alone, my eyes teary
    I fought through it all, but that shit hurt me severely
    I've been gettin' high to hide behind my insecurities
    Takin' different pills but I know it ain't gon'—
    Uh, copped a BMW, new deposit, I picked up another bag
    Like, "**** it, I'ma count while I'm in it"
    I hear planes flyin', crowds screamin', money counters, chains clangin'
    Shit, I guess that's how it sound when you winnin'
    I ain't jokin', do it sound like I'm kiddin'?
    I bet she gon' get loud when I'm in it (Uh, uh)
    They say I'm Pac rebirth, never put out a weak verse
    Homicides when we lurk, I'ma step 'til my feet hurt
    Weren't put in them streets first
    White tees turned burgundy t-shirts
    Lookin' for some' real, he stuck in a deep search
    Anxiety killin' me, I just want to leave earth
    When they ask if I'm okay, it just make everything seem worse
    Tryna explain your feelings sound like something you rehearsed
    Stabbed me in my back with a clean smirk
    Lookin' so deep into your eyes, I can read your thoughts
    Shut the ****—, I mean, please don't talk
    I done been through too much and I don't need another loss
    Put that on every war scar, for every battle I fought
    When I'm finished