Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Born to Shine, artist - Run the Jewels. Date of issue: 24.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Born to Shine |
| I walk in |
| Ric Flair’in', long fur coat wearin' |
| Rolex rockin', silk shirt wearin' |
| Silk socks, and balls need to breathe |
| So bitch the draws cotton cause you gon' suck me when you leave |
| In a big Benzo on Lorenzos |
| With your homegirl LaQuinta who said she never did but she would try it |
| And as she higher than the fuckin' Hyatt |
| She jet settin', Moët'n, the God blesses |
| Against him prospers no weapon, champaignin' |
| Campaignin', gator shoes high steppin' |
| My dopey eyes just hide behind my Dita frames |
| I heard this nigga say he don’t like me, well he the lame |
| It’s not your fault baby |
| We were just here born to shine |
| I walk with a spot on me, my life’s a sax solo |
| The neon sign fritz when I pass in all slo-mo |
| You don’t give the nod, you’d rather not even know me |
| Cause even me existin' is killing your bitch mojo |
| I dance like a JoJo on blow, I cut a rug to a hole |
| Polo undies got my nuts in a choke |
| I’m often stuck in the smoke, the jukebox cut on |
| Without coins, I’m a magical bloke |
| I’ll barracuda you chum for the simple fact that you don’t know how to float |
| Another tragedy aborted, I’m a bad news bear, babe |
| I’m armed with a hanger of coats, you’ll get poked |
| Now your mom’s got a new lease on life, a new hope |
| It’s not your fault baby |
| We were just here born to shine |
| A nigga like me just pull up, flight club, foreign or domestic |
| International player but also locally respected |
| Savannah Chitlin pimpin', drippin', and stankin' like the juice do |
| Since baby needed pampers and that Laker needed them new shoe' |
| Make 'em call me B.B. King because I give that bitch the blues |
| Now she down on bended knee because she wanna lick the jewels |
| And I’m slick, 'bout to run up in her smooth with this dick |
| Take a couple polaroids to capture the mo-moment |
| Now she’s caught up in the rapture of this mackin', where your ho went? |
| In the back of the Cadillac, she gaggin', ass and titties showin' |
| As a matter of fact, I’m 'bout to splash her with this Billy Ocean |
| And watch her rub it on her face, I call it Johnson’s baby lotion |
| It’s not your fault baby |
| We were just here born to shine |
| Kill Bill-in' up this whole damn house and shine |
| Steppin' over you fuck boy clowns and shine |
| Hey! |
| Like Mr. Brown and shine |
| I’m moonwalkin', wanna kiss myself and shine |
| Hugh Heffin' all your bitches out and shine |
| Shine |
| Shine |
| Shine |
| Shine |