Star Dust

[Verse 1: Rozz Dyliams]
I look like Scorpius
Abdul-Jabbar Cut
Riding round getting it
Blind you with my star dust
Saw you with your body guards right outside your tour bus
Shook my head and smirked at ya
Had to let ya catch your bus
I don't wanna embarrass ya
This character you’re playing up
I would rather die before I let you come and say what's up
I know your bout to overdose and give in like I give a fuck
Let you heart implode
Sit back and let the system thump

[Verse 2: Gizmo]
You don't give a fuck bout this
I don't give a fuck bout that
These bitches are brats
Spoiled, corrupted and needy of stacks
I don't need your attention I’ll stay in the back
Dressed in black and discrete we mob in the streets
Come up to me if you're ready [?]
Kill you and fuck you up make [?] and leave you
Don't know what I've been through
Don't know who I be
You don't give a fuck bout this
I don't give a fuck bout that
I hope you know that
I don't give a fuck where you at
Meet in the back
Better listen to the fact
Can't stand your breath right now
You need to pipe down
You screaming but you speaking right now
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