Starlight (Explicit)

Starlight (Explicit) - Dave

Lyrics by：Dave

Composed by：Dave

It's hard to hate on the truth I'm livin'

Enough man hate with the lies instead

Countin' cash with the phone to my ear

I feel like Meek on a private jet

Life or death

Five-five eyes thighs potential wifey

Industry respected highly

In the street protected

I do know my man but I don't trust him

Trust that P's in trap disgusting

Stick with the stick PVA PDA

Kiss that in public

South London where I made my

South London's where I made my first hundred

Elastic bands plastic bags

Two in the blue like cheese and onion

In Jamaica quick vacation travellin' my pastime

'Nough pollution in the ends

I flew back yard 'cah 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

It's hard to hate on the truth I'm livin'

Enough man hate with the lies instead

Countin' cash with the phone to my ear

I feel like Meek on a private jet

Life or death

Five-five eyes thighs potential wifey

Industry respected highly

In the street protected

Any girl that I'm dating knows

Bags that I buy come filled with fifties

She a ten out of ten on a bad day

Public affection I tell her come kiss me

I like mine obsessed 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 gonna land like Disney

And put 'em down under Sydney

That's bait 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

It's hard to hate on the truth I'm livin'

Enough man hate with the lies instead

Countin' cash with the phone to my ear

I feel like Meek on a private jet

Life or death

Five-five eyes thighs potential wifey

Industry respected highly

In the street protected

In this world that I'm in

How you wanna take pics with the belts and the ring

But don't help in the gym

'Nough girls dating their biggest haters

How her boyfriend don't want her to win

Like reh

And why my girlfriend never wanna see

Me have a good time out if she ain't there

Fly fly me to the moon

Fly me to the moon let me get some space

Seein' them stars on her private story

I dust that chick she got no grace

Let me see what spring is

See her ex man she got no taste

Hip dip she got no waist

Body snatched serving face

In other words hold my hand

Hold my hand personal trainer

Frequent flyer badge she tone and tan

In other words

Free my gang 013's and 020's darlin kiss me

Oh God knows I miss my bros

I just got a call from

Jail on the phone and that might

Fill my heart with song and let me sing forevermore

You are all I long for

All I worship and adore

In other words please be true

In other words I love you

Well in other words I love you