"Starry Night" lyrics
I will not break bread with a bozo
I will not hit a low blow to social climb
You tryna shimmy up a broken vine
You get the pop right here, local time
It took me fifteen years to hit a vocal prime
So don't hit my phone now, there ain't an open line
I was at it back when Kyrie was a Cavalier
Year after year after year 'til the bag appeared
You smell that? Change in the atmosphere
Internet will probably try to clip me like a lavalier
So go sprinkle on your movie magic
Don't be surprised I ain't enthusiastic
At times, I feel manic or too dramatic
Like, "Damn, how many times he gotta prove he have it?"
Like, damn, how many times I gotta prove I have it?
Ayy, lemme go and get my jacket, boots, and hatchet
Starry lil' night come alive when the sun go down
It wasn't ever that deep. I just been thinkin' out loud
Got a couple skeletons, let it sit in my house
They help me write songs, man, fuck it, I'ma play to my crowd
I'll barely break a sweat, go and place your bets
Get your popcorn and raise the nets
And of course I wanna raise my net
But I could tell you that the money in the bank ain't the reason why I chase success
Take a guess, either way, I take what's mine
Waist deep in this game, so don't waste my time
Might've changed my outlook but never changed my mind
Just adjusted to the script and rearranged my lines (Woo)
It's my story, you invited for free
I'm gettin' [*cough*], need some vitamin C
That's the feelin' when I write to a beat
They always mention that I'm floatin', come to think of it, I've always just been light on my feet
I'm always light on my toes, I'm always watchin' my six
I got some personal dilemmas that I'm wantin' to fix
And if I ever lose it all, I'll turn to Jonathan Wick
And make demands with a bomb on my hip
See, I'm just doin' what I have to
Starry lil' night come alive when the sun go down
It wasn't ever that deep. I just been thinkin' out loud
Got a couple skeletons, let it sit in my house
They help me write songs, man, fuck it, I'ma play to my crowd
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Eureka! I was blind before. The gods do not reward the [?], they bless the road and those who walk it well. Now this, this is enough.
I will not hit a low blow to social climb
You tryna shimmy up a broken vine
You get the pop right here, local time
It took me fifteen years to hit a vocal prime
So don't hit my phone now, there ain't an open line
I was at it back when Kyrie was a Cavalier
Year after year after year 'til the bag appeared
You smell that? Change in the atmosphere
Internet will probably try to clip me like a lavalier
So go sprinkle on your movie magic
Don't be surprised I ain't enthusiastic
At times, I feel manic or too dramatic
Like, "Damn, how many times he gotta prove he have it?"
Like, damn, how many times I gotta prove I have it?
Ayy, lemme go and get my jacket, boots, and hatchet
Starry lil' night come alive when the sun go down
It wasn't ever that deep. I just been thinkin' out loud
Got a couple skeletons, let it sit in my house
They help me write songs, man, fuck it, I'ma play to my crowd
I'll barely break a sweat, go and place your bets
Get your popcorn and raise the nets
And of course I wanna raise my net
But I could tell you that the money in the bank ain't the reason why I chase success
Take a guess, either way, I take what's mine
Waist deep in this game, so don't waste my time
Might've changed my outlook but never changed my mind
Just adjusted to the script and rearranged my lines (Woo)
It's my story, you invited for free
I'm gettin' [*cough*], need some vitamin C
That's the feelin' when I write to a beat
They always mention that I'm floatin', come to think of it, I've always just been light on my feet
I'm always light on my toes, I'm always watchin' my six
I got some personal dilemmas that I'm wantin' to fix
And if I ever lose it all, I'll turn to Jonathan Wick
And make demands with a bomb on my hip
See, I'm just doin' what I have to
Starry lil' night come alive when the sun go down
It wasn't ever that deep. I just been thinkin' out loud
Got a couple skeletons, let it sit in my house
They help me write songs, man, fuck it, I'ma play to my crowd
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Eureka! I was blind before. The gods do not reward the [?], they bless the road and those who walk it well. Now this, this is enough.
