Sunshine Christo, Hank Chill - KILL YOUR HEROES lyrics

I know who you're looking at
You're looking at a star
I know what you're looking for
You're looking for a star
I know what you're looking for
You're looking for a star
I know who you're looking at
You're looking for me yeah

Shooting star, bitch I'm a shooting star
Got a gun in my car
Go to a show and shoot the star
Walk through the boulevard
People looking at me
Acknowledge me, I can be your king
I can be your ruler
I can be the man that you idolize at night
I'm a star tired of being in the dark
I'm going to get your reaction
So I'm gonna shoot a star
Who you looking for
Bitch I'm looking for the star
Well look no further cause I
Know where we are i know what you aren't
I know that you're not a star
I know that you hide your scars
I know that your heart is all fucked up
I don't give a fuck, bitch I'm fucked up

I'm gonna shoot a star
I'm gonna shoot a star
Go to a show with a gun in my car
I'm gonna shoot the star
Everyone's looking for the same goal
We all just wanna star
Well I'm gonna get my star
Bitch I'm gonna push them off
Take you down for your crown
Yeah, look over your shoulder
Bitch I'm still in the crowd yeah
Shake his hand then I blow off his top
Take a picture with him then I
Shoot him with a Glock i just shot the star

I'm a fucking killer you can
See it in my eyes
I can never trust a bitch all
She ever do is lie
All I ever do is ride with my gun on my side
Hit a lick on your block
You should never go outside like Among Us
I'ma come creeping in disguise
Pouring red blood from my cup out the sky
Got the ocean blue water you can
See it in my eyes
I just ghosted that bitch make
Her salty like some fries
Lil boy you better hide
Boy boy you better hide
Cause you make the wrong move
And you gonna fucking die
You don’t even wanna try
I got your legs tied
I got your heart and your
Mind like it’s Plies
Shout out PJ shout out my boy Blyde
Got a princess like Ghost I'ma
Bully like I’m Cy
She wanna say hello, I'ma say bye
She wanna say "Hi!"
I'ma make that bitch cry
You can’t touch my bitch
Man that's fucking mine
I'ma put you in the pin like you did a crime
Like I need your fucking money
Like you got a fine
I do it when I want it yeah all the time
Yeah yeah, i’m in the valley and I’m
Creeping with the sheep
I’m the wolf in the skin in
The field in the sheets
In the belly of the beast
In your closet when you sleep
Yeah, I’m Hank Chill you don’t
Wanna fuck with me