Staar

Black hair with the crib grown out
Face mask, little gun pulled out
I'm gonna make you a staar
Lil one all commodified
Happily oblige, my child
I'm gonna make you a staar

No wonder you grew so old
In that amount of time
You don't know soul
I just know your fate
I love how easy to convince
You are
My staar

My staar



Credits
Writer(s): Left At London
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