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Dave - Starlight
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave
Dave
Vocals
The Macarons Project
The Macarons Project
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bart Howard
Bart Howard
Songwriter
David Orobosa Omoregie
David Orobosa Omoregie
Songwriter
Jo Caleb
Jo Caleb
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave
Dave
Producer
Elisa Caleb
Elisa Caleb
Additional Producer
Joe Caleb
Joe Caleb
Additional Producer
Jonny Leslie
Jonny Leslie
Additional Producer

Lyrics

Uoy evol I, sdrow rehto ni Uoy evol I, sdrow rehto ni It's hard to hate on the truth I'm livin' Enough man hate with the lies instead Countin' cash with the phone to my ear I feel like Meek on the private jet Life or death, five-five, eyes, thighs, potential wifey Industry, respected highly, in the street, protected I do know my man, but I don't trust him Trust that, Ps in the trap disgustin' Stick with the stick, PVA, PDA, kiss that in public South London where I made my South London's where I made my first hundred Elastic bands, plastic bags, two in the blue like cheese and onion In Jamaica, quick vacation, travellin' my pastime 'Nough pollution in the ends I flew back yard 'cah I wanna see starlight Eritrean, skin tone cinnamon, I think I found my princess My empress, still gonna impress I know them man talk on the kid, but It's hard to hate on the truth I'm livin' Enough man hate with the lies instead Countin' cash with the phone to my ear I feel like Meek on the private jet Life or death, five-five, eyes, thighs, potential wifey Industry, respected highly, in the street, protected Any girl that I'm datin' knows Bags that I buy come filled with 50's She a ten out of ten on a bad day Public affection, I tell her, "Come kiss me" I like mine obsessed, clingy If she don't miss me, miss me If she don't miss me, history If she don't miss me, it's a mystery G17 in the party, tipsy Don't drink, that's risky Focus, shells gonna land like Disney I'll put him down under, Sydney That's bae, I'll donate both my kidneys True love, what the kid needs And a girl from the Westest Indies I know them man talk on the kid but It's hard to hate on the truth I'm livin' Enough man hate with the lies instead Countin' cash with the phone to my ear I feel like Meek on the private jet Life or death, five-five, eyes, thighs, potential wifey Industry, respected highly, in the street, protected In this world that I'm in How you wanna take pics with the belts and the ring? But don't help in the gym, 'nough girls datin' their biggest haters How her boyfriend don't want her to win? Like rah And why my girlfriend never wanna see me Have a good time out if she ain't there? Yeah, yeah Fly me to the moon, let me get some space Seein' them stars on her private story I dust that chick, she got no grace See her ex men, she got no taste Hip dip, she got no waist Body snatched, servin' face (hold my hand) Haha, hold my hand, personal trainer Frequent flyer, bad, she tone and tan Free my gang, 013's and 020's (darlin' miss me) Oh, God, knows I miss my bros I just got a call from jail on the phone and that might Fill my heart with song And let me sing forever more You are all I long for All I worship and adore In other words, please be true In other words, I love you In other words, I love you
Writer(s): David Connolly, Divjot Abhol, Ruth Savill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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