Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Staring at the Sun, artist - Riff Raff. Album song Balloween, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.10.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, Neon Nation
Song language: English
Staring at the Sun |
Collect jewels, I collect jewels, I collect jewels |
Must have pirate in my veins? |
Why? |
Why? |
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun |
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun |
I am not your son, you’re staring at the sun |
Staring at the sun, staring at the. |
I am not your son, staring at the sun |
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun |
I am not your son, staring at the sun |
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun |
Yeah, I am not your son, I am not your father |
Jumping out the Charger or the kiwi Aston Martin |
Kobe Bryant jewels, Kobe steak for brunch |
I done got drunk of Versace berry punch |
Punch drunk sober switching lanes in Bugatti |
Big body blunts, trunk doing karate |
Fifth do Jin-jits, I can set pick |
Watch me screen and roll with narcotics in your system |
Got cocaine in my system, seats hieroglyphin' |
I ain’t even tripping, got my name in the stitches |
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun |
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun |
I am not your son, you’re staring at the sun |
Staring at the sun, staring at the. |
I am not your son, staring at the sun |
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun |
I am not your son, staring at the sun |
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun |
Pull up at the light, syrup up in a Sprite |
Medusas in my sight, that’s just off slight |
You think I’m your son, I’m more like your dad |
Choppin' down the ave., balling like the Cavs |
Might just pull up in a droptop |
Like it’s fresh out the chop shop |
So cold, but the block’s hot |
Heating up just like a crock pot |
Stare at the sun with 'Sace's on |
Speeding like I’m on the Autobahn |
Getting it and I got it gone |
I’m balling so hard on you mighty |
Hey, yeah, robins hanging on my ass |
Out here chasing all this cash |
Yeah, just to add it to my stash |
Yeah, aye, but I might just drop scream |
Drop trip Whoopi |
Ball like Hakeem, wow |
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun |
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun |
I am not your son, you’re staring at the sun |
Staring at the sun, staring at the. |
I am not your son, staring at the sun |
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun |
I am not your son, staring at the sun |
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun |
Staring at the sun, Versace shades cool me down |
Swear to God I’m the king, I think I deserve me a crown |
Smoke go to my lungs, xanny dancing on my tongue |
I don’t even do it often, but right now I’m having fun |
I just copped me some new Ye |
Contemplated on some new J’s |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, dressing all white like an angel |
Diamonds dancing like they tango |
Drippin paint like a paint show |
My neck shine like a rainbow |
Versace vision, I’m a visionary |
Wait, God, I’m a missionary |
Rollie saying it’s my time, that’s the word in the dictionary |
Homie really got me high rolling |
Burning gas get my eyes swollen |
I told my nigga RiFF drive the wave of drought told me to blindfold 'em |
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun |
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun |
I am not your son, you’re staring at the sun |
Staring at the sun, staring at the. |
I am not your son, staring at the sun |
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun |
I am not your son, staring at the sun |
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun |