Shooting Star Songtext
von Kings Dead

Yeah, uh
One time for the nigga in the back
One time for the home girl
In the front row, with her feet up


Me and Doza riding round and picking girls up
Just some young guys trying to win and pick the world up
Walk around the city with my city on my shoulder
When my cousin died I felt the city get colder
They was only in it for the money and the power
I was only in it for the bitties to yell louder
Now I′m only in it cause I do not know a coward
Hungry for it all, game looking like chowder
And all the kids wanna hear about a real guy
About a young prince try to get the real life
If you made it baby tell me what it feel like
Cause I dream about it, dream about it every night
One loss is another man's treasure
Sometimes it′s too much pressure
To be this good, to be this real
To be me stupid, to be me

Been a while since we came together
And all these years just seem like forever
Not the same guy you knew in high school (I grew up)
Who knew we'd ever get older
They tried to change us
We had to hold our own
Won't let it break us, down, down
They tried to change us
We had to hold our own
Won′t let it break us, down, down no


Was a broom, took a bit to be a vacuum
To be a leader of achievers in a dark room
Sweep it up or take it in and make an iTune
Or make a life you can′t believe just like a cartoon
Oh I can't believe it took so long to be myself
Forget the wealth
Took the belt for bringing niggas hell
Anytime where evil people make the world spin
I took a vow made a promise to my girlfriend
Told her I would be the truest of the newest guys
Keep a missile for the issues like it′s do or die
Or keep a pistol if I need to in my newest ride
To kill myself before they get me baby, suicide
Doors on the whip and a bottle full of Henney
That's more than you′ll get if you plan on saving plenty
So we step on the gas and the tank is getting empty
And I look up at my best friend
Homie we home