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Star
6
Hip-Hop/Rap
Star was released on September 24, 2019 by Tekane as a part of the album Star - Single
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Release DateSeptember 24, 2019
LabelTekane
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tekane
Tekane
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Cobb
Christopher Cobb
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chemist
Chemist
Producer

Lyrics

Do you think I’m better or not?
Terror and pressure, for my era prepared to go
Train in a capsule corp. to land it on a metronome
breathe break up, waking up, all helplines breaking up
 i guess this is my war to fight, no reinforcement take me up
push forward relentlessness, my sick drive towards excellence
that sick kid got a step on him, and that pain put pep in it
my fate lyes how skill B’, this a clutch song feel me
young bruce wayne type discipline cuz no father to drill me
ye look for the greater good, for my calling, and my hater hood
for the pessimist keeping my sound in the neighborhood
for my hater city keeping me capped at equator
this is for the hemisphere, trying to set the pace for the age
and this haunting norm, i will escape, inner west, interstate
picture me in a Veit basement, reigniting my inner state
same voices in my head of my mother in need calling
its much bigger, i\'m done stalling, the same dreams of me free falling
you weren’t just something to do, i see something in you
something to admire and to take me higher
And that something was you
if you get me raise your hands for me, i don’t think you have a clue
in all those wee morning hours
and meteor showers, all i could see was you
i don’t know how il get through
ye ye listen we too different, i do force you do timid
 your nut drop, he don’t bitch it, he can bob, you too rigid
cos when he drop he too vicious and flashbacks be too vivid
put my heart on my black fanny pack, you saw no image
put my best foot forward you cunts still looking awkward
just in it for the fucking gimmick so you can’t pull from no raw shit
and some more shit, recall shit, like these lames in my sport
my blood boils thinking about that, contemplating a forfeit
cos all i did was rush home to computer to plug phones
a child prodigy sunk in zone, rewrite it then flush go
heart broke in the field of dreams pacing up and down frustrated
how the fuck are these cunts famous, touch better, a clutch player
cos these cunts sweeter than stevia and I’m in a lane solo
government housing conditioned me, i spent days in a dojo
cos western Sydney in a shit hole is where i got my mojo
now watch the kid acrobatics, and tell me how i look slow mo
you weren’t just something to do, i see something in you
something to admire and to take me higher
And that something was you
if you get me raise your hands for me, i don’t think you have a clue
in all those wee morning hours
and meteor showers, all i could see was you
i don’t know how il get through
In need of love,
 if you see me make sure to show me some love
I just need to know if I’m better or not
my hearts getting tired of holding up
if you see me make sure to show me some love
hearts getting tired of holding up
 if you see me make sure to show me some love
Written by: Christopher Cobb
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