City in the Stars Songtext
von Logic

You gon be a star
Shooting from a far
You gon be ignited when they don′t like who you are
I know who you can be
I know whats yo plan b
I know you understand me
And i know that you never wrong
Oh your never wrong
What you want
Like what you
Money burn fast as the sun
Hoes only gon last till its gone High fashion don't help fatten the starved
Compassion is lackin in the masses
The rich is fastin while the lower class is
Clapping for em pourin to they pockets double tappin on
They watches never stoppin
Steady clockin in to
Jobs only option is rob
Or let them rob me of my dream that I believe can be achieved
If he′d just give me a break
To breath
Or is too late for me


I don't wanna give up but it's gettin close
I went all in and now I wanna fold
I just wanna make i just wanna make it
I just wanna make it
Imma motherfuckin take it
And I′ll take it when I want
Binduin hindu practice imagine ajna
Niggas askin me to drop
But imma drop it at my top bitch my peak
Gotta lotta time to build up my will from defeat
Was too comfy for me at the Ground floor i re-
Member what was read i had to jump on my feet
Root of all evil deceitful people own your green
Protect ya heart before they catch wind
Of the sins that you hold deep
Many put a lot of power in they self esteem
To cover for their sacral needs
Harming the harmony between
The love in being a human being
I been tryna be the opposite of what i see on my screen
False prophet profits are topin rockets not tryna stop it
Just tryna give the kids another option
Before they caught in shots
Lined to be rhymed in a line on a top 5
And some niggas wearin suits are gettin paid for the crime

Come on, tell me what it really means to
Understand the reason he wanna make it
By any means, livin the dreamin
When you focus on your self esteem
And build yourself a team and feel like anything could happen
At the open mic, you snap and start a singin
Now you rappin I remember when I was a young man
Thinkin that I can do anything I wanted
Homies gettin blunted
I was writin rhymes and hopin that I stunted
Never confronted what I really wanted
A momma and a daddy, but probably both
Bitch, they probably never had me
Even though my momma got that chip from the government once a month
Know what I was, that I made it out
I never doubt the reason that I do it I knew it
Moved through it, everything kept growing
Why you think I gotta put this boy up on the track?
Because you gotta pay it back
Matter of fact, I had hims in my upper back
I′ve shipped it like a chiropractor
Give it back and align the rhyme in everything that I find

Every other day I think about a life
Away from that, away from rap
I went to hell and made it back
I made it to heaven and my reality
Full of vitality, had to be
Meanwhile they mad at me
Said it emphatically
Rapping dramatically
Shining acrobatically
Give it to him grammatically
Rapping like an automatic
Because it's anesthetically
Where I grew up, it had to be
Everybody mad at me
Cause I don′t fit any picture perfect rap category
Cause I gave it to em pragmatically
The rest is erratically
Systematically
Giving it to em pneumatically
While I'm tuning the record chromatically
Shit is mathematically
Undeniably
Enigmatically
Ideomatically
Me and will never be I know
I′ll be the only one that ever did it
Like I done it track 16
On the incredible true story
I wanted and always will from afar

You gon be a star
Shooting from a far
You gon be ignited when they don't like who you are
I know who you can be
I know whats yo plan b
I know you understand me
And i know that you never wrong
Oh your never wrong
What you want
Like what you
Money burn fast as the sun
Hoes only gon last till its gone
High fashion don′t help fatten the starved
Compassion is lackin in the masses
The rich is fastin while the lower class is
Clapping for em pourin to they pockets
Double tappin on they watches never stoppin
Steady clockin in to
Jobs only option is rob
Or let them rob me of my dream that I believe can be achieved
If he'd just give me a break
To breath
Or is too late for me

(Thomas) The Order of the Ultra 85