Shooting Starz
Oh no, no
I turn my problems to a passion
Mummy you know your son a dawg
He ain't even got a action
Aggressive within, never moving passive
'Cause one thing you know, yeah
You gotta let it blow, yeah
Do you believe in shooting stars?
Dreams of a nigga that ain't never have it all
Level headed he's so focused
They wanna see him fall
Boy that's a no, no
Touch money, touch move
Do it for that shawty
That will never see the other side like
Look that's the other side
Tell a bro that we gon' slide
Fighting my phone every day just to stay afloat
Dealing with some real life shit
But the focus gone
Boy pick your head up, I can hear you in my dreams
Did it for that lady, rest in peace to Ernestine
Your love man don' growed up
Walked in and fucked the floor
Get him off that leak
He might just trip if he tour
I turn my problems to a passion
Mummy you know your son a dawg
He ain't even got a action
Aggressive within, never moving passive
'Cause one thing you know, yeah
You gotta let it blow, yeah
Do you believe in shooting stars?
Dreams of a nigga that ain't never have it all
Level headed, he's so focused
They wanna see him fall
Boy that's a no, no
Touch money, touch move
Get down on my knees every day
I'm saying thank you
Might just say the wrong thing
'Cause they ain't true
Lay your love life on the edge, huh
Wipe him for that lil' shit he said, huh
Bitch steppin' 'cause I'm steppin' her apostle, yeah
Only showing love 'cause they know you
Tell me if you feel it 'cause you feeling like the realest
Three age into the game, I got some labels in my mattress
Go and get that shit that you ain't pick up, yeah
Yeah your bitch up next, she loaded that stick up, yeah
I turn my problems to a passion
Mummy you know your son a dawg
He ain't even got a action
Aggressive within, never moving passive
'Cause one thing you know, yeah
You gotta let it blow, yeah
Do you believe in shooting stars?
Dreams of a nigga that ain't never have it all
Level headed, he's so focused
They wanna see him fall
Boy that's a no, no
Touch money, touch move
How I know you love me?
I ain't never feel no real love
Turned me to a dawg
He lost it all, he won't feel love
But he got his bread
So he got his head up
Spend more time with mama
Kill a drama, life ahead of us
Oh, you're a hustler
And if they touch you, keep that bus
Ain't got no time for no tussle
I turn my problems to a passion
Mummy you know your son a dawg
He ain't even got a action
Aggressive within, never moving passive
'Cause one thing you know, yeah
You gotta let it blow, yeah
Do you believe in shooting stars?
Dreams of a nigga that ain't never have it all
Level headed, he's so focused
They wanna see him fall
Boy that's a no, no
Touch money, touch move
Turned me to a dawg
He lost it all, he won't feel love
But he got his bread
So he got his head up
Oh, you're a hustler
And if they touch you, keep that bus
I turn my problems to a passion
Mummy you know your son a dawg
He ain't even got a action
Aggressive within, never moving passive
'Cause one thing you know, yeah
You gotta let it blow, yeah
Do you believe in shooting stars?
Dreams of a nigga that ain't never have it all
Level headed he's so focused
They wanna see him fall
Boy that's a no, no
Touch money, touch move
Do it for that shawty
That will never see the other side like
Look that's the other side
Tell a bro that we gon' slide
Fighting my phone every day just to stay afloat
Dealing with some real life shit
But the focus gone
Boy pick your head up, I can hear you in my dreams
Did it for that lady, rest in peace to Ernestine
Your love man don' growed up
Walked in and fucked the floor
Get him off that leak
He might just trip if he tour
I turn my problems to a passion
Mummy you know your son a dawg
He ain't even got a action
Aggressive within, never moving passive
'Cause one thing you know, yeah
You gotta let it blow, yeah
Do you believe in shooting stars?
Dreams of a nigga that ain't never have it all
Level headed, he's so focused
They wanna see him fall
Boy that's a no, no
Touch money, touch move
Get down on my knees every day
I'm saying thank you
Might just say the wrong thing
'Cause they ain't true
Lay your love life on the edge, huh
Wipe him for that lil' shit he said, huh
Bitch steppin' 'cause I'm steppin' her apostle, yeah
Only showing love 'cause they know you
Tell me if you feel it 'cause you feeling like the realest
Three age into the game, I got some labels in my mattress
Go and get that shit that you ain't pick up, yeah
Yeah your bitch up next, she loaded that stick up, yeah
I turn my problems to a passion
Mummy you know your son a dawg
He ain't even got a action
Aggressive within, never moving passive
'Cause one thing you know, yeah
You gotta let it blow, yeah
Do you believe in shooting stars?
Dreams of a nigga that ain't never have it all
Level headed, he's so focused
They wanna see him fall
Boy that's a no, no
Touch money, touch move
How I know you love me?
I ain't never feel no real love
Turned me to a dawg
He lost it all, he won't feel love
But he got his bread
So he got his head up
Spend more time with mama
Kill a drama, life ahead of us
Oh, you're a hustler
And if they touch you, keep that bus
Ain't got no time for no tussle
I turn my problems to a passion
Mummy you know your son a dawg
He ain't even got a action
Aggressive within, never moving passive
'Cause one thing you know, yeah
You gotta let it blow, yeah
Do you believe in shooting stars?
Dreams of a nigga that ain't never have it all
Level headed, he's so focused
They wanna see him fall
Boy that's a no, no
Touch money, touch move
Turned me to a dawg
He lost it all, he won't feel love
But he got his bread
So he got his head up
Oh, you're a hustler
And if they touch you, keep that bus
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Writer(s): Chad Thomas
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