Oliver Francis - STAR lyrics

Walk up in this bitch and they
Like "Who got the weed?"
If you finna roll the spliff you
Better pass it to me
I need dinner reservation for my entire team
I'm the best at what I do
But I don't do it for free
I got racks and racks and racks and racks
I keep in the safe
Oh he say he want some beef
Well bitch I saved you a plate
My accountants they one hunnid'
They don't make no mistakes
Just a smile on my face all it takes
For me to get your body

Burning like a falling star
Tearing through the endless dark
I can't say how it's gonna be
But you promised that you'd
Stay 'til it's over
Burning like a falling star
Tearing at your rotten heart
I can't say how it's gonna be
But you promised that you'd
Stay 'til it's over

Venom in my system, girl I like your physique
Got me feelin' so euphoric
Got me talkin' so sweet
Go lay back and let it hit you
When I sink in my teeth
Yeah, my allure gon' have you
Open like a skeleton key
God don't even got to know
So go on just have a taste
Yeah, the fruit is still forbidden
But the feeling is great
Go ahead, live in the moment
It's okay to partake
Just a bed full of snakes
All it takes for me to get your body

Burning like a falling star
Tearing through the endless dark
I can't say how it's gonna be
But you promised that you'd
Stay 'til it's over
Burning like a falling star
Tearing at your rotten heart
I can't say how it's gonna be
But you promised that you'd
Stay 'til it's over

Came a long way since way back when, since
AJ pushed zips out of Dennos' crib
Yeah
Mama K's and we had bunk beds
And I was steady put the pad to the pen
Saying shit like, fifty bitches on my dick
Pretty boy swag, yeah I'm way too lit
Lil' broke boy, you don't got it like this
Mic gettin' ripped
Pussy I'ma tell you like this
You ain't really fucking with the boy
You ain't really talking shit
You ain't really saying nothin' to me
You ain't really gettin' money
You ain't really fuckin' bitches
You ain't champagne sippin'
You ain't big whip whippin'
You ain't even really worth my time
You ain't really got a gang ride witchu
Stay solid like mine
You ain't got a AJ, got a Chryse
You ain't even got a job, got a car
Bitch boy get a life, I'm ill
Yeah, I'm in Miami be smokin' on key lime
Cut down these rappers some like Captain Levi
Yuh, might mix the Rick Owens
Up with some Levi's
I got that type of shit
Make you wan' rewind
I had enough you lil' boy need to realize
For all of you cry babies
Bitchin' bout me switchin' up
Need to look in the mirror go
And' suck that shit up
Matter fact open wide swallow both of
These nuts you lil' bitch
Yeah, still Cloudboys 2015 'til infinity
Strapped with a vest
Screaming fuck all my enemies
If I die tomorrow, yo bitch gon' remember me
Yeah