stars looking up at you baby ( im here baby for you baby) my heart belongs right here next to you baby (right here next to you baby). [repeat chorus] I said the stars
share a genuine human moment Just like the way they do in movies I'm in a war with this suicidal depression It's not the star I'm trying to call I've
a little school money But in the sixth grade I wanted to be the school dummy And flunked outta school with the flag pole And left my mother dear at home with a sad soul
Star said we are what we are The Knowledge Of Self Determination and my little homie KG Up there in Minnesota milking 10,000 lakes Keep the heat on em', we got to be kind
' Doc Brown When we made our first debaut ah he needed his dimes And there were times he'd receive a fee But he would pass it on to some poor soul that
see me outside a-gain Wrote a rhyme that was kind, with some vision to it Bottom line, it might expand yo mind if you listen to it Too much shine can dull the soul
me kill this mic dare Blimps landing over Times Square Let y'all know my kind's rare Intolerance signed Still on the grind Find that the family guy
am a poem heeding hyper-distillation I've got no room for a lie so verbose I'm looking out over my whole human family and I'm raising my glass in a
Chorus: What type of drugs do you do? And what do you do to get your hands on your shit mothafucka huh? ? !! What kind of dirty tricks you do to get
"Now, we must all fear, evil men But there is another kind of evil, which we must fear most And that is, the indifference, of good, men!" [Proof] Aiyyo
blind I'mma do it for the love of all television kind and that's fine, and that's fine... make me a star, I wanna touch gold hold me suspended in a
Leaving my family behind me Not knowing what lay ahead Waving goodbye as I left 'em in tears Remembering all we'd said I looked to the sky, I offered
hall Where there's a nightly brawl And all that jazz [Roxie Hart] Say it again. [Fred Casely] You're a star, kid. My little shooting star! [Velma Kelly
he had become And that angel wondered how that change had happened And when it had begun The man had been born to a kind and religious family And raised
't give a fuck and if your shit don't blow up, tough But the star gets both promotion and devotion From the whole fucking staff, at you, they laugh The star
Dreaming of a family and home With the woman that he left behind At night his shipmates would go check out the bars But daddy'd just stare at the stars
And Black Star said we are what we are The Knowledge Of Self Determination And my little homie KG Up there in Minnesota milking 10000 lakes Keep the heat on em', we got to be kind
