Pull the Sun

My cup runneth over, boy
(Yeah)

(June Soul)

Liable to kill 'em all without a gun
No lies, just light, love, never fade for anyone
Look
Show me the ropes, I'll shoot a lasso in the sky high
You'll pull the moon, I'll pull the mothafuckin' sun
Pull the sun (Sun)
Pull the sun (Sun)
(Yeah)
Pull the sun (Sun)
Pull the sun (Sun)
(Yeah)
Pull the sun (Sun)
Pull the sun (Sun)
(Yeah)
Pull the sun (Sun)
Pull the sun (Sun)
(Look)

What time does the show stop
I'm on my way there, there ain't no stop
If I keep on gettin' higher, then they won't top
I can't slip, we build the kids up to know stuff
We had Icy Tower, they got road blocks (Roblox)
I been dreamin' big since Dr. Seuss and Goldilocks
And the porridge (Pour-age) of my heart unlock the golden locks
Don't know what to do with all that love, then follow Rosa
Cus we inspire- big sister, big bro stuff
Could've stayed low as I was beat, instead I rose up
Get in my Honda Accord, envision blowin' up
Dreamin' gettin' into them cars that bring the doors up
We got a lot to say now, cus they ignored us
When we was just weird ass teens rockin' the tore chucks
Now I'm gorgeous, my work ethic robust
Listen, y'all ain't got no drive, y'all need a tow truck

Liable to kill 'em all without a gun
No lies, just light, love, never fade for anyone
Look
Show me the ropes, I'll shoot a lasso in the sky high
You'll pull the moon, I'll pull the mothafuckin' sun
Pull the sun (Sun)
Pull the sun (Sun)
(Yeah)
Pull the sun (Sun)
Pull the sun (Sun)
(Yeah)
Pull the sun (Sun)
Pull the sun (Sun)
(Yeah)
Pull the sun (Sun)
Pull the sun (Sun)
(Look)

At thirteen I started workin' with my moms
Palms itchin' in my dreams, wanna bring her to the palms
'09 I had a notebook full of all my songs
But the fear prolonged and I feel that did me harm
Lil' latin immigrant, how the hell I'm gettin' on
With a dream to be a rapper, made me feel I'm livin' wrong
Playin' Nicki Minaj Sticks In My Bun
Realize she's just like me, my day will come
Just gotta get on the track, what if I run
Run the game, run the show, run the city that I'm from
I got a whole lot to prove, what have I done
I don't compete but in my heart I'm number one
True Life: I'm too nice, I privilege 'em
I be tryna hide my feelings inside, be soundin' dumb
Like, "you ain't gotta take me serious, I'm havin' fun"
Naw, bitch you better take me serious over the drum
(Yeah)

Liable to kill 'em all without a gun
No lies, just light, love, never fade for anyone
Look
Show me the ropes, I'll shoot a lasso in the sky high
You'll pull the moon, I'll pull the mothafuckin' sun
Pull the sun (Sun)
Pull the sun (Sun)
Pull the sun (Sun)
Pull the sun (Sun)
Pull the sun (Sun)
Pull the sun (Sun)
Pull the sun (Sun)



Credits
Writer(s): Rosa Tavarez
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