Said she wanna be on mars but I'm living on the moon
She wanna see the stars but its still the afternoon
F*ck all the rest when I die I'll still be blinging
Put my heart and soul into this shit the truth that I be preaching
I'm smoking on some indo
Blowing through my window
Exotic will put you in heaven but they say I'm far to sinful
Thick heart a thin soul
Fresher than a mint tho
They ask me why you rapping they say what the f*ck is this for
Im tryna make money living for something
Live a rich life I don't wanna die with nothing
Cuz its all about bands get that gwap put designer on my pants
Buy a crib with a check in advance
Put my bitch in a body Benz
F*cka mili i want 10
I wanna be rich when my life ends
If only you had my brain you'd know I feel insane
Cuz I know there's more to life than working hard and feeling pain
Ima chase these f*cking riches cuz I ain't just like these lames
Talk my shit just like these bitches till I see them better days
Put my heart into this song cuz that's my f*ckin life
That foo talking shit like he got diamonds but he lying
If we talking truth then I'm the only one who shines
Said I'm staying on the moon and smoking weed until I die
Said she wanna be on mars but I'm living on the moon
She wanna see the stars but its still the afternoon
F*ck all the rest when I die I'll still be blinging
Put my heart and soul into this shit the truth that I be preaching
Uh
I can't express how much I hate these fakes
Talking mad like they the shit but we know they really aint
We pull up in foreigns now we look like we should be in space
Kick off the Jordans now designer on my toes and on my waist
You talking you bad and flexing a pendant that's looking like shit
You kicking it back inside of your camary you a lil bitch
You claiming that's Gucci I call that shit fucci so fake that it stinks
You fake like a Xanny supposed to decay but it float in a drink
Aye
If only you had my brain you'd know I feel insane
Cuz I know there's more to life than working hard and feeling pain
Ima chase these f*cking riches cuz I ain't just like these lames
Talk my shit just like these bitches till I see them better days
Jream - Astronomy Lyrics
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Said she wanna be on mars but I'm living on the moon
She wanna see the stars but its still the afternoon
F*ck all the rest when I die I'll still be blinging
Put my heart and soul into this shit the truth that I be preaching
I'm smoking on some indo
Blowing through my window
Exotic will put you in heaven but they say I'm far to sinful
Thick heart a thin soul
Fresher than a mint tho
They ask me why you rapping they say what the f*ck is this for
Im tryna make money living for something
Live a rich life I don't wanna die with nothing
Cuz its all about bands get that gwap put designer on my pants
Buy a crib with a check in advance
Put my bitch in a body Benz
F*cka mili i want 10
I wanna be rich when my life ends
If only you had my brain you'd know I feel insane
Cuz I know there's more to life than working hard and feeling pain
Ima chase these f*cking riches cuz I ain't just like these lames
Talk my shit just like these bitches till I see them better days
Put my heart into this song cuz that's my f*ckin life
That foo talking shit like he got diamonds but he lying
If we talking truth then I'm the only one who shines
Said I'm staying on the moon and smoking weed until I die
Said she wanna be on mars but I'm living on the moon
She wanna see the stars but its still the afternoon
F*ck all the rest when I die I'll still be blinging
Put my heart and soul into this shit the truth that I be preaching
Uh
I can't express how much I hate these fakes
Talking mad like they the shit but we know they really aint
We pull up in foreigns now we look like we should be in space
Kick off the Jordans now designer on my toes and on my waist
You talking you bad and flexing a pendant that's looking like shit
You kicking it back inside of your camary you a lil bitch
You claiming that's Gucci I call that shit fucci so fake that it stinks
You fake like a Xanny supposed to decay but it float in a drink
Aye
If only you had my brain you'd know I feel insane
Cuz I know there's more to life than working hard and feeling pain
Ima chase these f*cking riches cuz I ain't just like these lames
Talk my shit just like these bitches till I see them better days
She wanna see the stars but its still the afternoon
F*ck all the rest when I die I'll still be blinging
Put my heart and soul into this shit the truth that I be preaching
I'm smoking on some indo
Blowing through my window
Exotic will put you in heaven but they say I'm far to sinful
Thick heart a thin soul
Fresher than a mint tho
They ask me why you rapping they say what the f*ck is this for
Im tryna make money living for something
Live a rich life I don't wanna die with nothing
Cuz its all about bands get that gwap put designer on my pants
Buy a crib with a check in advance
Put my bitch in a body Benz
F*cka mili i want 10
I wanna be rich when my life ends
If only you had my brain you'd know I feel insane
Cuz I know there's more to life than working hard and feeling pain
Ima chase these f*cking riches cuz I ain't just like these lames
Talk my shit just like these bitches till I see them better days
Put my heart into this song cuz that's my f*ckin life
That foo talking shit like he got diamonds but he lying
If we talking truth then I'm the only one who shines
Said I'm staying on the moon and smoking weed until I die
Said she wanna be on mars but I'm living on the moon
She wanna see the stars but its still the afternoon
F*ck all the rest when I die I'll still be blinging
Put my heart and soul into this shit the truth that I be preaching
Uh
I can't express how much I hate these fakes
Talking mad like they the shit but we know they really aint
We pull up in foreigns now we look like we should be in space
Kick off the Jordans now designer on my toes and on my waist
You talking you bad and flexing a pendant that's looking like shit
You kicking it back inside of your camary you a lil bitch
You claiming that's Gucci I call that shit fucci so fake that it stinks
You fake like a Xanny supposed to decay but it float in a drink
Aye
If only you had my brain you'd know I feel insane
Cuz I know there's more to life than working hard and feeling pain
Ima chase these f*cking riches cuz I ain't just like these lames
Talk my shit just like these bitches till I see them better days
Writer: Jude Perez
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