Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Starry Night, artist - Quincy Jones. Album song The Rose That Grew From Concrete, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Record label: Amaru Entertainment
Song language: English
Starry Night |
Starry night. |
an unknown creation |
Written by, and from the archives of Tupac Shakur |
Dedicated to the memory of Vincent Van Gogh |
A creative heart obsessed with satisfying |
this dorment and uncaring society |
You have given them the stars at night |
and you have given them bountiful bouquets of sunflowers |
but for you there’s only contempt |
Though you pour yourself into that frame and present it so proudly |
this world could not accept your masterpieces, from the heart |
So on that starry night, you gave to us and you took away from us the one thing we never acknowledged, your life. |
Yeah, game laid down by Q, y’knawmsayin? |
Vocals by Rasheeda, fly beat by QDIII |
And flows by the M-A-C y’all, Mr. M-A-C Mall |
Starry night, your life |
You gave to us, and took away from us Starry night, your life |
You gave to us, and took away from us Uhh, uhh. |
watch me live my art; |
writin words from my soul in blood |
I speak the truth on every thang I love |
I’ll probably sacrifice my life. |
to send my message through mics |
It’s like a war drum callin soldiers at night |
It’s bigger than music I spit it straight from the heart |
So it’s cold n dark and deep like a universe, but nah don’t start |
It’s for ya entertainment but it’s my life y’all |
And I can’t rewind, fast forward, or press pause |
But when you give your all, it’s like the fans demand more |
And after the tour I sit alone like before |
When ya name is hot it’s all love, the world is yours |
But when you fall off, you get ignored |
You on the cover of da magazine, flossin on the TV screen |
Toastin wit yo’champagne, playin life like a game |
Loaded in the limousine, love to hear the fans scream |
Swimmin wit the sharks now, ain’t no love — money king |
People got they hands out but ain’t nobody lendin hands |
Can you really blame dem for tryin to get what they can? |
Late night, bright lights, lust n lies |
And anythang goes under the Hollywood sign |
Well you might lose ya soul and who knows what you find |
But go ahead main we all wanna shine… |
But go ahead main we all wanna shine… |
There you have it. |
Y’know, when I was younger I prayed, to get in this game |
Y’know to hold dis microphone in my hand |
I asked the man upstairs, to let me rock a crowd one day |
Y’know let people out there feel the way I feel through my music |
Like my homeboy Tupac did fo’sho' |
And he gave that to me But he didn’t he didn’t he didn’t let me know |
about all the shady shit that’s in, in between |
you and yo’dream, y’know? |
See it’s more than the music, I spit it from the heart |
So sometime it’s cold n it’s dark, but it’s raw |
And that’s how I’ma bring it to you every time, y’know? |
CHORUS (fades out) |