Correction Paroles Stars in the Sky par Destroy Lonely

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Yeah, yeah, yeah (Okay, okay)
(I, am big enough to put stars in the sky)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Okay, okay)
(I, can show you things to rearrange your mind)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Okay, okay)
(I, might not be the most perfect kinda guy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Okay, okay)

All three phones, they go off at the same time
I smoke dope and play the game at the same time
You got problems you ain't face, b*t*h, I face mine
You share your blunt with yo' partners, I face mine
You share your clothes with yo' partners, I buy mine
And this '09 Dior, sh*t is made by Slimane
I'm having fun, in this Margiela Martin
I drip like my Grandad when I'm rockin' Marni
Got a rockstar b*t*h, I call her Dolly Parton
Live a real lit life, you can't crash my party
I'm still the same young n***a, Addicted To Money
We done made so much, we Related Through Money
I get this sh*t out the mud and you can't take that from me
And I get paid so much, it's like I'm printing money
(I'm printing money)
(I get paid so much, it's like I'm printing money)
(I'm in this b*t*h with Clayco)
Okay, my diamonds twinkle just like sunshine
Oh, that's your b*t*h? Well, that b*t*h is mine
Look in my eyes, all you see is dollar signs
Oh, she like money? Then, that b*t*h my kind
When she count my money up, she lookin' fine
She say, she wanna a star, well look, I gave her five
They hated on me, told a n***a, he should stop
But look, young n***a, this what happen when you try
Yeah, I, am big enough to put stars in the sky
Yeah, I, can show you things to rearrange your mind
Yeah, I, might not be the most perfect kinda guy
But if you tell me, it take time, then I got the will to try
I done got so f**kin' high, now I know that I can fly
B*t*h, you know this world is mine
And I want you and you, to come inside
Yeah, I'm Lonely, I'm with Miley Cyrus
That's another man down, b*t*h, I hear the sirens
Yeah, I'm outside, b*t*h, f**k this virus
And you won't see the hoe around, I hit her private (Okay)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Okay, okay)
(Yes, I, am big enough to put stars in the sky)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Okay, okay)
(And I, can show you things to rearrange your mind)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Okay, okay)
(And I, am not the world's most perfect kinda guy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Okay, okay)
All three phones, they go off at the same time
I smoke dope and play the game at the same time
You got problems you ain't face, b*t*h, I face mine
You share your blunt with yo' partners, I face mine
You share your clothes with yo' partners, I buy mine
And this '09 Dior sh*t is made by Slimane
I'm having fun, in this Margiela Martin
I drip like my Grandad when I'm rockin' Marni
Got a rockstar b*t*h, I call her Dolly Parton
Live a real lit life, you can't crash my party
I'm still the same young n***a, Addicted To Money
We done made so much, we Related Through Money
I get this sh*t out the mud and you can't take that from me
And I get paid so much, it's like I'm printing money
(Yeah, I)
(I'm in this b*t*h with Clayco)

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