| Starry night. |
| an unknown creation
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| Written by, and from the archives of Tupac Shakur
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| Dedicated to the memory of Vincent Van Gogh
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| A creative heart obsessed with satisfying
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| this dorment and uncaring society
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| You have given them the stars at night
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| and you have given them bountiful bouquets of sunflowers
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| but for you there’s only contempt
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| Though you pour yourself into that frame and present it so proudly
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| this world could not accept your masterpieces, from the heart
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| So on that starry night, you gave to us and you took away from us the one thing we never acknowledged, your life.
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| Yeah, game laid down by Q, y’knawmsayin?
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| Vocals by Rasheeda, fly beat by QDIII
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| And flows by the M-A-C y’all, Mr. M-A-C Mall
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| Starry night, your life
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| You gave to us, and took away from us Starry night, your life
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| You gave to us, and took away from us Uhh, uhh. |
| watch me live my art; |
| writin words from my soul in blood
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| I speak the truth on every thang I love
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| I’ll probably sacrifice my life. |
| to send my message through mics
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| It’s like a war drum callin soldiers at night
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| It’s bigger than music I spit it straight from the heart
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| So it’s cold n dark and deep like a universe, but nah don’t start
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| It’s for ya entertainment but it’s my life y’all
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| And I can’t rewind, fast forward, or press pause
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| But when you give your all, it’s like the fans demand more
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| And after the tour I sit alone like before
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| When ya name is hot it’s all love, the world is yours
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| But when you fall off, you get ignored
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| You on the cover of da magazine, flossin on the TV screen
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| Toastin wit yo’champagne, playin life like a game
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| Loaded in the limousine, love to hear the fans scream
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| Swimmin wit the sharks now, ain’t no love — money king
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| People got they hands out but ain’t nobody lendin hands
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| Can you really blame dem for tryin to get what they can?
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| Late night, bright lights, lust n lies
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| And anythang goes under the Hollywood sign
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| Well you might lose ya soul and who knows what you find
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| But go ahead main we all wanna shine…
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| But go ahead main we all wanna shine…
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| There you have it.
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| Y’know, when I was younger I prayed, to get in this game
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| Y’know to hold dis microphone in my hand
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| I asked the man upstairs, to let me rock a crowd one day
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| Y’know let people out there feel the way I feel through my music
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| Like my homeboy Tupac did fo’sho'
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| And he gave that to me But he didn’t he didn’t he didn’t let me know
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| about all the shady shit that’s in, in between
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| you and yo’dream, y’know?
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| See it’s more than the music, I spit it from the heart
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| So sometime it’s cold n it’s dark, but it’s raw
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| And that’s how I’ma bring it to you every time, y’know?
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| CHORUS (fades out) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Starry Night , by - Quincy Jones. Song from the album The Rose That Grew From Concrete, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп