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Dave – Starlight Mp3

Dave – Starlight
Dave – Starlight

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Dave has dropped a new song titled Starlight

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Starlight Lyrics

It’s hard to hate on the truth I’m livin’Enough man hate with the lies insteadCountin’ cash with the phone to my earI feel like Meek on a private jetLife or deathFive-five, eyes, thighs, potential wifeyIndustry, respected highlyIn the street, protected
I do know my man but I don’t trust himTrust that, P’s in the trap, disgustingStick with the stick, PVA, PDAKiss that in publicSouth London, where I made mySouth London’s where I made my first hundredElastic bands, plastic bagsTwo in the blue like cheese and onionIn Jamaica, quick vacation, travellin’ my pastime‘Nough pollution in the ends, I flew back yard ‘cah I wanna see starlightEritrean, skin tone cinnamon, I think I found my princessMy empress still gonna impressI know them man talk on the kid but
It’s hard to hate on the truth I’m livin’Enough man hate with the lies insteadCountin’ cash with the phone to my earI feel like Meek on a private jetLife or deathFive-five, eyes, thighs, potential wifeyIndustry, respected highlyIn the street, protected
Any girl that I’m dating knowsBags that I buy come filled with fiftiesShe a ten out of ten on a bad dayPublic affection, I tell her, “Come kiss me”I like mine obsessed, clingyIf she don’t miss me, miss meIf she don’t miss me, historyIf she don’t miss me, it’s a mysteryG17 in the party, tipsyDon’t drink, that’s riskyFocus, shells gonna land like DisneyAnd put ’em down under, SydneyThat’s bait, I’ll donate both my kidneysTrue love, what the kid needsAnd a girl from the Westest IndiesI know them man talk on the kid but
It’s hard to hate on the truth I’m livin’Enough man hate with the lies insteadCountin’ cash with the phone to my earI feel like Meek on a private jetLife or deathFive-five, eyes, thighs, potential wifeyIndustry, respected highlyIn the street, protected
In this world that I’m inHow you wanna take pics with the belts and the ringBut don’t help in the gym?‘Nough girls dating their biggest hatersHow her boyfriend don’t want her to win?Like rehAnd why my girlfriend never wanna see me have a good time out if she ain’t there?(Fly, fly me to the moon) Yeah, yeahFly me to the moon, let me get some spaceSeein’ them stars on her private storyI dust that chick, she got no grace (let me see what spring is like on Jupiter, Jupiter)See her ex man, she got no tasteHip dip, she got no waistBody snatched, serving face (in other words, hold my hand)Hold my hand, personal trainerFrequent flyer badge, she tone and tan (in other words)Free my gang, 013’s and 020’s (darlin, kiss me)Oh, God knows I miss my brosI just got a call from jail on the phone and that might
Fill my heart with song and let me sing forevermoreYou are all I long forAll I worship and adoreIn other words, please be trueIn other words, I love youWell, in other words, I love you

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