Lyrics Starlight - Dave

Starlight

It’s hard to hate on the truth I’m living in
Nuff man hate with their lies instead
Counting cash with a phone to my ear
I feel like Meek on a private jet
Life or death
5/5, eyes, thighs, potential wifey
Industry, respected highly
In this street, protected
I do know my man but I don’t trust him
Trust that, beez in trap, disgusting
Stick with the stick, PVA, PDA
Kiss that in public
South London, where I made my
South London’s where I made my first hundred
Elastic bands, plastic bags
Two in the blue like cheese and onion
In Jamaica, quick vacation, travelling my pastime
Nuff pollution in the ends, I flew back yard cah I wanna see starlight
Eritrean, skin tone cinnamon, I think I found my princess
My empress still gonna impress, I know them man talk on the kid but
It’s hard to hate on the truth I’m living in
Nuff man hate with their lies instead
Counting cash with a phone to my ear
I feel like Meek on a private jet
Life or death
Five, five eyes, thighs, potential wifey
In this street, respected highly
In this street protected
Any girl that I’m dating knows
Bags that I buy come filled with fiftys
She a ten out of ten on a bad day
Public affection, I tell her «Come kiss me»
I like mine obsessed, clingy
If she don’t miss me, miss me
If she don’t miss me, history
If she don’t miss me, it’s a mystery
G17 in the party, tipsy
Don’t drink, that’s risky
Focus, shells gonna land like Disney
And put 'em down under, Sydney
That’s bait, I donate both my kidneys
True love what the kid needs
And a girl from the West-est Indies
I know them man talk on the kid but
It’s hard to hate on the truth I’m living in
Nuff man hate with their lies instead
Counting cash with a phone to my ear
I feel like Meek on a private jet
Life or death
5/5, eyes, thighs, potential wifey
Industry, respected highly
In this street, protected
In this world that I’m in
How you wanna take pics with the belts and the ring
But don’t help in the gym?
Nuff girls dating their biggest haters
How her boyfriend don’t want her to win?
Like, reh
And how my girlfriend never wanna see me have a good time out
If she ain’t there?
Yeah, yeah (Fly me to the moon)
Fly me to the moon, let me get some space
Seeing them stars on her private story
I dust that chick, she got no grace (Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter
and)
See her ex-man, she got no taste
Hip dip, she got no waist
Body snatched, serving face (In other words, hold my hand)
Hold my hand, personal trainer
Frequent flyer badge
She tone and tan, free my gang (In other words, darling kiss me)
013s and 020s
Oh, God knows I miss my bros
I just got a call from jail on the phone and that might
Fill my heart with song and let me sing forevermore
You are all I long for, all I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you
Well, in other words, I love you