CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : ’Round The Stars
Cee
Verse 1:
Yeah, if I’m round, then you lucking out/
Fam, I’m not the kinda man who finna f**k about/
I’m a fighter, when it’s rough, I’m never running south/
I’m a star, all the frontin’, f**king cut it out/
Yeah, keep me round, I’m an asset/
I’m an as*h**e for the family, I’m a motherf**king savage/
I ain’t average, I’ma challenge, borderline bananas/
When I travel round the planet, it’s the stars that keep me balanced/
I’m the motherf**king package, standing on this grey cement/
I’m a hustler that the suited delegation blessed/
Magnus Carlsen of the game, keep a graceful head/
Left brained beta test, right brained space cadet/
Flow complex, y’all need a tracer test/
Investment opportunity, I raise the debt/
This is all I got, man I done tasted death/
It’s truly nothing, I ain’t break a sweat, let’s go
D-Cipher
Verse 2:
Yo goddammit/
The truth hurts more when it comes underhanded and you understand it/
Keep me ‘round the stars chillin, Aurora Borealis/
Just when these rappers thought they had the baddest, sh*t/
That they ever heard in their little life/
My mind's open wide, man, I rock a little mic/
A little Smokewell, little D-Cipher/
Bragaddocio raps, I hope you're bragging 'bout something you like/
Paint the picture, the man in it/
I push limits, for real I stand rigid, with no gimmicks/
The raps age well like some fine cheddar/
I should be doing something else but I don't know better/
So who's clever, in the spot I reach around these broads/
Mad generic, my lady keep me 'round these stars/
I know the pain, meet my eyes cause I feel the same (so what up?)/
Left numb like coke cut with Novocaine, I’m sayin’
Verse 1:
Yeah, if I’m round, then you lucking out/
Fam, I’m not the kinda man who finna f**k about/
I’m a fighter, when it’s rough, I’m never running south/
I’m a star, all the frontin’, f**king cut it out/
Yeah, keep me round, I’m an asset/
I’m an as*h**e for the family, I’m a motherf**king savage/
I ain’t average, I’ma challenge, borderline bananas/
When I travel round the planet, it’s the stars that keep me balanced/
I’m the motherf**king package, standing on this grey cement/
I’m a hustler that the suited delegation blessed/
Magnus Carlsen of the game, keep a graceful head/
Left brained beta test, right brained space cadet/
Flow complex, y’all need a tracer test/
Investment opportunity, I raise the debt/
This is all I got, man I done tasted death/
It’s truly nothing, I ain’t break a sweat, let’s go
D-Cipher
Verse 2:
Yo goddammit/
The truth hurts more when it comes underhanded and you understand it/
Keep me ‘round the stars chillin, Aurora Borealis/
Just when these rappers thought they had the baddest, sh*t/
That they ever heard in their little life/
My mind's open wide, man, I rock a little mic/
A little Smokewell, little D-Cipher/
Bragaddocio raps, I hope you're bragging 'bout something you like/
Paint the picture, the man in it/
I push limits, for real I stand rigid, with no gimmicks/
The raps age well like some fine cheddar/
I should be doing something else but I don't know better/
So who's clever, in the spot I reach around these broads/
Mad generic, my lady keep me 'round these stars/
I know the pain, meet my eyes cause I feel the same (so what up?)/
Left numb like coke cut with Novocaine, I’m sayin’
