Testi:
Second Star Glasses

her a new style It's a wicked colour hair Will be wrong, will be right, will be good And she loves dancing wearing purple Glasses with a star Her mother

a hoe, neva trust We all about the bucks Coch it back and kick the clutch So them fakers can't touch Master blaster cause disaster I wanna go out in a blaze Set the glass

your friends, ya dig? Nigga you doin' too much, that's why your ass got touched, You got a big mouth fool that's why I fucked you up [Chorus] [Second

or less a forest to your salad The neural path I've traveled has immediate reaction Can't you see that I am beaming? I'll be leaving in a second Sipping

single one of us looking for a city hoping for a second shot every single one of us every single one of us i see the world light through a looking glass

town, fresh and clean Step in the place, nobody in the VIP So I scope out the scene That's when I saw her, saw her She came in sippin' a glass of wine

for crime, halt! Who goes there? [Dove] Yo, it's the squeeze of five fingers, puffin Smokey the Bear Shinin black like Darth Vader caps, they on stare

mic, stage lights are bright Donald-Deeee (Deeee) has got you hype On tour, not war, have it for my son I'm a loaded shotgun that's second to none At

migraine, take two excedrin I'm the one twice over I'm the new eleven An if I die I'm a do it reppin, I never do a second I swear niggas be eyein me all