| Deep down inside I’m like, 'I hope he doesn’t ask to sign me'
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| 'Cause there’s no way I can turn down an idol
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| But carving my own lane to sustain, I know it’s vital
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| I would rival with my thoughts, am I sabotaging myself?
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| I could stay independent or sit on somebody’s shelf
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| Fuck that, I’m hardheaded, I threaded my own needle (Yeah)
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| Stitched my own career and gave fear a upheaval
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| If I listen to people I’ll be deeper in the red
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| Instead bet on myself and learned to keep myself fed
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| It’s said the fault ain’t in the stars that we choose to view
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| But rather in the hearts of the men that go askew, who knew?
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| It is written in the stars
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| It’s written in the stars, I can see it now (I can see it)
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| This enchanted love of ours
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| We took it too far just to leave it now (Uh-huh)
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| It is written in the stars
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| It’s written in the stars, I can see it now (I know)
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| This enchanted love of ours
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| We took it too far just to leave it now
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| It is written in the stars
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| (It's crazy man, it’s like
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| You never know where life will take you)
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| This enchanted love of ours
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| I saw it in the sky, it’s like they all congregated
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| Spelled it out for me, you could say that it was constellated
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| I know that’s not a word, but fuck it, now it is
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| >❓❓❓< language is tellin' you how it is
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| It’s deeper than them trap beats that coons be spittin' on
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| Shootin' for the stars? |
| Then the moon is what you trippin' on
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| Cricket told me I should find me one to wish upon
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| I was sittin' home, spittin' poems into my dictaphone
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| Live from the block that my homeboys was crippin' on
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| Tryna make a dollar out of fifty, they said, «Get the chrome!»
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| Gang bangers testin' me, gave me crack recipes
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| Found a different way to eat, the streets was not my destiny
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| Manifested unique rhyme styles (Murs)
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| Crip walkin' on Mars, damn, my child’ll be the first
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| My dreams are generational, hood but still sensational
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| Them iridescent specs in the sky is inspirational
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| And I was paralyzed in a portrait of pure paralysis
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| Pounding the concrete, my feet covered up with calluses
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| An alchemist by nature, my neighbors said I was careless (What?)
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| But countin' blessing’ll lessen the stress you encounter (Damn)
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| Now it’s countless phone calls as I comb halls with a fine-tooth
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| Find truth deep inside what they call a despised youth
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| God, help me, if I’m healthy, I’ma climb through
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| And reach whatever marker they mark, I never will rise to
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| I’m blind to the peripheral, difficult seems to know 'em now
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| Storm clouds form overhead, instead I stormed out (I'm out)
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| The universe don’t respond whenever it’s drawn out
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| I draw from inspiration, each situation’s a song now
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| And niggas always askin', «How you keep goin' without the hype?»
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| I can’t get writers block if all I do is write about my life (Yeah)
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| You want the goods but what about the price?
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| Don’t expect the shine if you scared to step in the light, I’m like
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| It is written in the stars (Yeah)
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| It’s written in the stars, I can see it now (I can see it)
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| This enchanted love of ours
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| We took it too far just to leave it now (Yeah)
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| It is written in the stars
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| It’s written in the stars, I can see it now (Uh-huh)
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| This enchanted love of ours
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| We took it too far just to leave it now (You gotta listen, you know?)
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| It is written in the stars (Uh-huh)
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| This enchanted love of ours
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| It is written in the stars
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| This enchanted love of ours |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stars, artist - Locksmith. Album song Ali, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп