Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bright As Stars, artist - Blu & Exile. Album song Miles, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dirty Science
Song language: English
Bright As Stars |
Crazy, lately how the world is baby |
(You may) have to find a way on your own |
Oh all that glitters ain’t gold |
You’ll always reap what you sow |
And once you shine, they’ll all know |
A South Central state of mind |
Devout Christians and niggas doing time |
Where everybody be trying to shine under that hollywood sign |
I been in line ever since I was six |
I saw Magic and LL and I just wanted to be rich, cause we wasn’t |
We was struggling, I never got anything I wanted as a kid |
I would see other kids and get pissed |
Like they got mad gifts for Christmas |
Yo, how did Santa miss us? |
It’s time to grow up and get bucks |
Seen these rappers dive them big trucks pulling up to big cribs |
I told my mama that that’s how I wanna live |
So I picked up a pen and started rapping bout riches |
Having dreams about prostituting my image to get bitches |
Then I changed it up cause I was lame as fuck |
And this rapper ate me up |
Never that, you only after major bucks, you ain’t the same as us |
Blu been kicking raps back when kids was kicking snaps |
Eating grandma’s chicken bags in the back |
Bout to bust rolling up, thinking of the dopest shit |
I just need to get some beats to get my niggas in the streets |
And yeah we did, but when I bumped into Exile, I realized |
That it’s about getting respect and not the checks |
Now I checked out a bunch of shit I slept on and kept making songs |
Hoping one day I would catch on, then I wrote my best songs |
Expressing the truth about my adolescence |
That’s when blessings start falling from the heavens, like |
Crazy, lately how the world is baby |
(You may) have to find a way on your own |
Oh all that glitters ain’t gold |
You’ll always reap what you sow |
And once you shine, they’ll all know |
I remember when Hip Hop was the only soley thing I had to do, that young |
Aceyalonely one |
And everyone that know me so I feel of a can |
Tried to do a back spin on my head and my hand |
Even got two records to blend, was a fan till I seen a mic right on a stand |
And that’s right, they understand, yo we made it a lifestyle |
The wildstyle freestyle finally I’m nice now |
Wow, tell em to pipe down |
Still never compares to that incredible right now |
That on the spot beat rocks, I get a rush |
With the world on my shoulder and love in my clutch |
Doing too much to touch us, way more than golden |
Roses on the stage when the last show closes |
Rolling to the steel drag right on the asphalt |
Thanking my lucky stars that I’m here for the last part |
The art, the last should be right at the start |
Leimert Park, lying heart, that’s a circle of sharks |
Off the charts just to be a never forgotten we keep rockin |
Tamahawk talking the stocking the new concoction |
And building blocks in when the beautiful mile is the only option to not be in |
a box or a coffin |
Crazy, lately how the world is baby |
(You may) have to find a way on your own |
Oh all that glitters ain’t gold |
You’ll always reap what you sow |
And once you shine, they’ll all know |
A revelation to the world (it's never been fine) |
Only when it’s blackened out (can you see the stars) |
I dream in blackness |
I’m the brilliant brightest light shining in blackness |
I dream, I dream, I dream, I dream |
I’m the brilliant brightest light and I shine |
A revalation to the world (it's never been fine) |
You may shine in Hollywood (I shine on Crenshaw) |
I dream (blackness) |
I’m the brilliant brightest light shining in blackness |
I dream, I dream, I dream, I dream |
I’m the brilliant brightest light and I shine |
Blue is one of the most beautiful colors in the world |
The sky is blue, you got a clear day, people pour out to the beach, |
the water’s blue, it’s green without pollution, and everybody’s having fun |
How do you associate blue with such a sad, slumped down state of unhappiness? |
That’s not the blues, those are the clouds |