Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stars Align, artist - Rittz. Album song Top of the Line, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.05.2016
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Stars Align |
North Side |
Ye-uh-yeah, uh |
Can’t find a lane? |
Then you should make one |
We the future like an alien intruder with a ray-gun |
Fly as fuck or scared of heights or aviation |
You lookin' for someone as tight as me, there ain’t none |
Uneducated but I ain’t dumb, paint shinin' on my Cutlass |
She’s my pride and joy like Stevie Ray Vaughan |
Got a lot of dollars off my occupation |
Jealous, poppin off, it’s obvious they pocket change shrunk |
Now they wanna come apologize and make up |
Got ho inside em', they should go apply at Avon |
And those the type of guys I try to stay away from, they be too lame, |
but they say they keep it A1 |
I bet I lay one |
Out across the pave-ment |
If they say somethin', I don’t play no types of games son |
I’m representin' where I came from |
North Side of the A, bitch until the day my grave’s dug |
Standin' straight, weight on my shoulder weigh tons |
Representin' Clintel-Strange-Slum it’s Rittz bitch! |
My time has finally come to take what’s mine |
I see my past life behind me, I just wave goodbye |
I’m reachin' for the stars, I’m reachin' for the stars |
I finally see the stars align |
I’m reachin' for the stars, I’m reachin' for the stars |
I finally see the stars align |
It’s about that time |
Look, I heard your entire tape and wasn’t inspired |
It was hard for me to make it through but since I’m a — rapper |
I feel like I should listen, now I’m wishin' that I didn’t |
I would rather watch an episode of Empire 10 times |
And I don’t even like the show, chopping rocks of white |
Just know I tried to crush it up but then my license broke |
Your style’s old like yellow stripes on and wire spokes |
It’s time to go, I know your goal ain’t to retire broke |
But on a brighter note, they might be hiring at Kohl’s |
Try Verizon Wireless, there’s always people buying phones |
Drunk or flying drones, crowds at shows are multiplying |
Fire marshal tryna say we violating codes |
Spraying my cologne, smelling like a millionaire |
Silver pair of Jeremy Scott’s I hardly ever wear |
Black hoodie but the fabric’s made of leather |
Looking fresh like I was Fred Astaire, with a better head of hair |
With no fedora on, fuck is going on? |
Rappers dressed like Def Leppard, so, «Pour Some Sugar On Me"in the name of |
love, I ain’t never changing up |
I be backstage with the — bitches in there taking bumps |
Love to blow a dick so much she just might suck the pigment off the skin |
And when you nut she rubs it in like it was facial scrub |
Too busy getting money, I can’t conversate with ya |
And I don’t rap for free, I want some compensation, bruh |
Mike was cooking up the beat, he hung his apron up |
And when he did I picked my pen and paper up |
It’s Rittz, bitch |
My time has finally come to take what’s mine |
I see my past life behind me, I just wave goodbye |
I’m reachin' for the stars, I’m reachin' for the stars |
I finally see the stars align |
I’m reachin' for the stars, I’m reachin' for the stars |
I finally see the stars align |
It’s about that time |
Listen, I’m not your homie bro, we barely know each other |
You think we close because we did a couple shows together |
Some folks I met on the road, I’ll probably know forever |
You just kissing ass, always asking, «Can I open for you?» |
I got a talent for spotting hidden agendas (Like what?) |
You tryna copy me, watching like an apprentice (Hell nah) |
I’m not Italian but I got some homies down to do a hit for me |
They caught him and shot him in his appendix |
It’s funny all these dudes, they shoes and scarves |
And thinking they look original but they copying Jimi Hendrix |
But everybody’s looking for something like Annie Lennox |
I’m looking for someone to bring the Xanax |
Higher than Bob Ross, watch me while I paint the canvas |
And you just a ho, I figured you oughta know, shout out Alanis |
Morissette, portraits I painted, ain’t it gorgeous? |
Still I made a fortune, Porsches and Corvettes |
Run up with the torch lit |
Run off at the mouth and we gon' show up at your doorstep |
Fuckboy, probably think he fly inside his Ford Flex, pocket full of Boar’s Head |
Cheddar but never seen competition, doomed to corpses |
You must’ve been born deaf, really you can’t be serious |
You making Silkk the Shocker sound like he’s the greatest lyricist |
That ever lived, that’s not a diss, I’m just comparing them |
I might not be the biggest fish in this aquarium |
But everybody in the water scared to fuck with me |
So fuck I’m chalking up the piece, slumping in my bucket seats |
Like, Riiittzz Biitchh |
My time has finally come to take what’s mine |
I see my past life behind me, I just wave goodbye |
I’m reachin' for the stars, I’m reachin' for the stars |
I finally see the stars align |
I’m reachin' for the stars, I’m reachin' for the stars |
I finally see the stars align |
It’s about that time |