Chris Young the Rapper, Carlitos Rossy - Touch The Stars lyrics

Yo, I mean, so, is there a way we can
Know we're about to record?
Oh there you go, for sure! Aight, let's go!
We're goin'? One, two, three, bust it

Oh, baby! You can touch the stars
But darling please, hold on tight

(Ey yo rossman, sing it one more time)

Oh, baby! (uh, huh) you can touch the stars
(say you can touch the stars)
But darling please, hold on tight
(it took two years to do this shit)

Yo, uh she wanted pleasure
I gave her feathers, we be fly forever
Baby girl, we could be fly together like
That common one song
So we could find forever
I'm hidden, just like the lord's treasure


Chris young bitch, I pull every lever
No one can ever savor
Any competitor thinking that my
Heav is not fresher ever, have I ever been
Her heart, it could be my residence
She like an angel
The chick's probably heaven-sent
Chris young bust rhymes in benevolence
She like you number one, dude
Could you get that mood
Listen, baby girl can you feel me sue
She like the freestyles that I do
She said I really like you
You real cute on youtube
I said I'm more than a gimmick
More than a image
We're past the love, way more for the limit
Absorb like a sponge, she felt the tongue
Kissed her oh-one, I became a gold son
Fuck a Chris Young, said you wanna get some
She said baby boy this is where I come from
I said baby girl can you see where you are
Put your hands in the sky
You can touch the stars

Oh, baby! (you can) you can touch the stars
But darling please, hold on tight
(hold on tight) oh, baby!
You can touch the stars but darling please
(darling please) , hold on tight
Take it away

Yo, she wakes up, touchs stars, felt reality
We should touch the stars
She felt the galaxy
I told her baby, do you see my black soul
Opened up my heart, she felt the black hole
I ain't to mars and I ain't to jupiter
No, I don't stupider
Said I'm the cupid for the upiter
Move the lines, so divine, I know, you know
Smooth flow
She tried to make me small like pluto
I told her lady see, you ain't hurtin' me
Oh certainly, gave me the poison like mercury
She said chris young, you murking me
Famous genius, hate to be an anus
But I'm flyer than uranus
She said Chris Young I mean it
The angel here, he has to claim it
She was my love, ever since my birth
Fuck the other planets, she's mother Earth
Vision into wishing to get
It inside her purse
For the cash and the stash
What was that wallet worth
Rehearse, disperse, line for the ball
As my boy Alex Rossman plays the guitar
(oh baby) Who you kid
Baby girl you know what love is
(you can touch the stars)
My flow is benevolant
On the top of the residence
Heaven-sent, dead like the presidents
(oh baby) wake me up, need a resurrection
Said baby boy will you be my protection
(you can touch the stars)
I said I'm protection, approclamus
Touch the stars, baby I'm your rocket ship

Oh, baby! (huh, huh) you can touch the stars
(you can touch the stars baby girl)
But darling please, hold on tight
(darling please, hold on tight)
(hold on tight, take 'em away, take 'em away)

Oh, baby! You can touch the stars
But darling please, hold on (hold on)
Hold on tight

Instrumental bridge
Background chatter & instrumental continues

Oh, baby! You can touch the stars
But darling please, hold on tight

Yo, I came back with a freestyle
To the flow, in the middle of a pee
Now touch the stars
We gon' spit it for the people
Get a sequel, get a prequel
I mean a precall and I can't follow
We made this song
Put it on facebook, they commented
And I saw deep inside of my conscience
She said don't be developed in nonsense is
The dude Alex Rossman and the dude Chris
We was in the same pledge class
Now the whole world could kiss our ass (heey)
Cause now we got the girls
And the star touchin'
Galaxy is in the constellation
Beats like concussion
You wanna see son, Jupiter is speaker
Gravity no I and she wanna see the thing
I proposed to her with Saturn's ring
She told me it's gon' blast the king
I'm in a view, new planet, I'm Nibiru
With a alien and a UF-flow
Space in my ship, so she could know
Uh, and that's like that galaxy shit
We're good

Oh, baby! You can touch the stars
(we should put Leo beatboxing
Right around here)
But darling please, hold on tight