STARLIGHT
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- Song Title
- STARLIGHT
- Writers
- Publisher
- TRO-Essex Music Ltd
- Co-Publisher
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Non-TRO Affiliate
- % Publisher Controls
- 50%
- Territory Controlled
- World
- Lyrics
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Chorus
It’s hard to hate on the truth I’m living in
Nuff man hate with their lies instead
Counting cash with a phone to my ear
I feel like Meek on a private jet, life or death
Eyes, thighs, potential wifey
In the streets respected highly, in the street protected
Verse 1
I do know my man but I don’t trust him trust that bees in the trap disgusting
Stick with a stick, PVA, PDA kiss that in public
South London is where I made my, South London is where I made my first hundred
Elastic bands plastic bags two and a blue like cheese and onion
In Jamaica quick vacation travelling is my past time
Enough pollution in the ends I flew back yard because I wanna see starlight
Eritrean skin tone cinnamon I think I found my princess
My Empress still gonna impress
I know them man talk on the kid but
Chorus
It’s hard to hate on the truth I’m living in
Nuff man hate with their lies instead
Counting cash with a phone to my ear
I feel like Meek on a private jet, life or death
Eyes, thighs, potential wifey
In the streets respected highly, in the street protected
Verse 2
Any girl that I’m dating knows, bags that I buy come filled with 50’s
She’s a 10 out of 10 on a bad day
Public Affection I tell her come kiss me
I like mine obsessed and clingy
If she don’t miss me
Miss me
If she don’t miss me
History
If she don’t miss me
It’s a mystery
G17 in the party tipsy
Don’t drink that’s risky
Focus shells going to land like Disney
Down under, Sydney
That’s bae, I’ll donate both my kidneys
True love what the kid needs
And a girl from the Westest Indies
I know them man talk on the kid but
Chorus
It’s hard to hate on the truth I’m living in
Nuff man hate with their lies instead
Counting cash with a phone to my ear
I feel like Meek on a private jet, life or death
Eyes, thighs, potential wifey
In the streets respected highly, in the street protected
Bridge
In this world that I’m in, how you want to take pics with the belts in the ring
But don’t help in the gym, enough girls dating their biggest haters - how her boyfriend don’t want her to win?
Like rare and why my girlfriend never want to see me have a good time out if she ain’t there Yeah, yeah fly me to the moon and let me get some space
Seeing them stars on her private story, I dust that chick, she’s got no grace
See her ex-man she’s got no taste, hip dip, she’s got no waist, body snatch serving face
Hold my hand
Personal trainer
Frequent flyer, bad
She’s toned and tanned
Free my gang, 013 and 020s, oh God knows I miss my bros
I’ve just got a call from Joe on the phone
And that might…
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