$TÄR BØŸ
(Hey hey hey woh)
(F sharp minor bitch ya huh)
Watch me now you don't I got them speakers on the throne ya
Everything I have I had to make it on my own ya
What you looking at boy you looking at a star boy
Star Boy
Star Boy
Star Boy
(I'm a motherfucking Star Boy)
I gotta make my dream come true and I can't take that back
I go so hard for them bitches don't know how to act
Baby I think I'm a demon don't you get attached
Yeah I told you once, but I won't tell you twice
Worry bout them comments baby now I'm way too dumb (To dumb)
I'm a mother fucking angel this is where I'm from (Wow)
When I'm looking at the sky I don't know where I'm gone (Doubt)
Now I'm waking up (Up)
Now I'm waking up (Pow)
Everything for fun I'm making money on the road (Molly)
I got molly that will make you feel like you're a Hero (Hero)
I want digits on my phone I'm not your amigo (Woh)
I got money tho (Bling)
Hold up hey
Hold up hey
I make all of my money from home
Baby think I'm a rolling stone
Why don't you just leave me alone
I wanna make it on my own
And I get it I'm ok I'll be right there
Let me rip those underwear
Make you feel like you in heaven
(F sharp minor bitch ya huh)
Watch me now you don't I got them speakers on the throne ya
Everything I have I had to make it on my own ya
What you looking at boy you looking at a star boy
Star Boy
Star Boy
Star Boy
(I'm a motherfucking Star Boy)
I gotta make my dream come true and I can't take that back
I go so hard for them bitches don't know how to act
Baby I think I'm a demon don't you get attached
Yeah I told you once, but I won't tell you twice
Worry bout them comments baby now I'm way too dumb (To dumb)
I'm a mother fucking angel this is where I'm from (Wow)
When I'm looking at the sky I don't know where I'm gone (Doubt)
Now I'm waking up (Up)
Now I'm waking up (Pow)
Everything for fun I'm making money on the road (Molly)
I got molly that will make you feel like you're a Hero (Hero)
I want digits on my phone I'm not your amigo (Woh)
I got money tho (Bling)
Hold up hey
Hold up hey
I make all of my money from home
Baby think I'm a rolling stone
Why don't you just leave me alone
I wanna make it on my own
And I get it I'm ok I'll be right there
Let me rip those underwear
Make you feel like you in heaven
Credits
Writer(s): Gabriel Giroux
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