stargazer pt.3 Lyrics
| Song | stargazer pt.3 |
| Artist | MIKE |
| Album | tears of joy |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Michael Jordan Bonema | |
| 作曲 : Michael Jordan Bonema | |
| [Intro] | |
| Yeah, yeah | |
| [Verse] | |
| I be gazing, got a head full of schemes I was chasing | |
| Even got ahead of my dreams, be patient | |
| Mama told me stress ain't a thing, I’m wasting | |
| Bread, smoking cess 'til I sleep, I be pacing | |
| Looking for that check in the cheese, I keep it basic | |
| Can't fiend for no respect, I got my team, yeah, wasted | |
| This ego might erase ’em, this peak, we ain't adjacent | |
| Little bit of hedges, peep the street, can't fake it | |
| I been living faithless, mommy out in Gravesend | |
| Hardly hit the pavement, for weeks been tryna make sense | |
| They been tryna make cents, but we couldn't | |
| Already know it's 'cause they hating | |
| Gully part of Brooklyn, bet we dealing with the same shit | |
| Blessing and a curse when they throw you off the slave ship | |
| My mama gracious, said "Go ahead" | |
| See my papa face when I'm sober, next, controlling less | |
| Missing what I know is best, uh | |
| Living in a no regret, living in a no regret, uh | |
| Uh, uh, uh, alright, that's good | |
| [Outro: Anuoluwapo Sandra Akinboboye] | |
| My baby, my baby | |
| Thank you so much | |
| (sings in Yoruba) | |
| Ah, yeah, yeah | |
| I said, which kind wahala be this, wahala be this? | |
| Which kind wahala be this, wahala be this? Eh? | |
| I get my mama | |
| My mama, I love her for everything | |
| I love her, I can give her the world | |
| I love my mom so much, my mom love her son | |
| We love each other, we love everybody | |
| We love Christine, God bless | |
| God bless our house and God bless our hustle | |
| My son, I love you so much | |
| I’m sitting on the chair here, I’m talkless | |
| I don't even know what to say | |
| You are such a golden child, my golden child | |
| My blessed boy, you shall be blessed forever | |
| Ever, I shall not die | |
| When you start progressing more in life, you shall not be my [?] | |
| People will not tell me your story | |
| I will be there to see everything, mmh, my love | |
| Christine, Christine, papa | |
| Christine, papa, I love you so much | |
| You don’t even know how much | |
| And I don't even know how much to tell you | |
| The love I have, that I have for you, mmh | |
| It's very, very uncurable | |
| I love you so, so much | |
| Thank you for everything, Michael | |
| And may my God continue to bless you and guide you | |
| I also thank you single | |
| I'm still going to sing oo | |
| I’m still to sing, I'm still going to sing | |
| I'm still going to sing | |
| (speaks in Yoruba) | |
| Big kiss, mwah, big kiss, mwah |
| zuo ci : Michael Jordan Bonema | |
| zuo qu : Michael Jordan Bonema | |
| Intro | |
| Yeah, yeah | |
| Verse | |
| I be gazing, got a head full of schemes I was chasing | |
| Even got ahead of my dreams, be patient | |
| Mama told me stress ain' t a thing, I' m wasting | |
| Bread, smoking cess ' til I sleep, I be pacing | |
| Looking for that check in the cheese, I keep it basic | |
| Can' t fiend for no respect, I got my team, yeah, wasted | |
| This ego might erase ' em, this peak, we ain' t adjacent | |
| Little bit of hedges, peep the street, can' t fake it | |
| I been living faithless, mommy out in Gravesend | |
| Hardly hit the pavement, for weeks been tryna make sense | |
| They been tryna make cents, but we couldn' t | |
| Already know it' s ' cause they hating | |
| Gully part of Brooklyn, bet we dealing with the same shit | |
| Blessing and a curse when they throw you off the slave ship | |
| My mama gracious, said " Go ahead" | |
| See my papa face when I' m sober, next, controlling less | |
| Missing what I know is best, uh | |
| Living in a no regret, living in a no regret, uh | |
| Uh, uh, uh, alright, that' s good | |
| Outro: Anuoluwapo Sandra Akinboboye | |
| My baby, my baby | |
| Thank you so much | |
| sings in Yoruba | |
| Ah, yeah, yeah | |
| I said, which kind wahala be this, wahala be this? | |
| Which kind wahala be this, wahala be this? Eh? | |
| I get my mama | |
| My mama, I love her for everything | |
| I love her, I can give her the world | |
| I love my mom so much, my mom love her son | |
| We love each other, we love everybody | |
| We love Christine, God bless | |
| God bless our house and God bless our hustle | |
| My son, I love you so much | |
| I' m sitting on the chair here, I' m talkless | |
| I don' t even know what to say | |
| You are such a golden child, my golden child | |
| My blessed boy, you shall be blessed forever | |
| Ever, I shall not die | |
| When you start progressing more in life, you shall not be my ? | |
| People will not tell me your story | |
| I will be there to see everything, mmh, my love | |
| Christine, Christine, papa | |
| Christine, papa, I love you so much | |
| You don' t even know how much | |
| And I don' t even know how much to tell you | |
| The love I have, that I have for you, mmh | |
| It' s very, very uncurable | |
| I love you so, so much | |
| Thank you for everything, Michael | |
| And may my God continue to bless you and guide you | |
| I also thank you single | |
| I' m still going to sing oo | |
| I' m still to sing, I' m still going to sing | |
| I' m still going to sing | |
| speaks in Yoruba | |
| Big kiss, mwah, big kiss, mwah |
| zuò cí : Michael Jordan Bonema | |
| zuò qǔ : Michael Jordan Bonema | |
| Intro | |
| Yeah, yeah | |
| Verse | |
| I be gazing, got a head full of schemes I was chasing | |
| Even got ahead of my dreams, be patient | |
| Mama told me stress ain' t a thing, I' m wasting | |
| Bread, smoking cess ' til I sleep, I be pacing | |
| Looking for that check in the cheese, I keep it basic | |
| Can' t fiend for no respect, I got my team, yeah, wasted | |
| This ego might erase ' em, this peak, we ain' t adjacent | |
| Little bit of hedges, peep the street, can' t fake it | |
| I been living faithless, mommy out in Gravesend | |
| Hardly hit the pavement, for weeks been tryna make sense | |
| They been tryna make cents, but we couldn' t | |
| Already know it' s ' cause they hating | |
| Gully part of Brooklyn, bet we dealing with the same shit | |
| Blessing and a curse when they throw you off the slave ship | |
| My mama gracious, said " Go ahead" | |
| See my papa face when I' m sober, next, controlling less | |
| Missing what I know is best, uh | |
| Living in a no regret, living in a no regret, uh | |
| Uh, uh, uh, alright, that' s good | |
| Outro: Anuoluwapo Sandra Akinboboye | |
| My baby, my baby | |
| Thank you so much | |
| sings in Yoruba | |
| Ah, yeah, yeah | |
| I said, which kind wahala be this, wahala be this? | |
| Which kind wahala be this, wahala be this? Eh? | |
| I get my mama | |
| My mama, I love her for everything | |
| I love her, I can give her the world | |
| I love my mom so much, my mom love her son | |
| We love each other, we love everybody | |
| We love Christine, God bless | |
| God bless our house and God bless our hustle | |
| My son, I love you so much | |
| I' m sitting on the chair here, I' m talkless | |
| I don' t even know what to say | |
| You are such a golden child, my golden child | |
| My blessed boy, you shall be blessed forever | |
| Ever, I shall not die | |
| When you start progressing more in life, you shall not be my ? | |
| People will not tell me your story | |
| I will be there to see everything, mmh, my love | |
| Christine, Christine, papa | |
| Christine, papa, I love you so much | |
| You don' t even know how much | |
| And I don' t even know how much to tell you | |
| The love I have, that I have for you, mmh | |
| It' s very, very uncurable | |
| I love you so, so much | |
| Thank you for everything, Michael | |
| And may my God continue to bless you and guide you | |
| I also thank you single | |
| I' m still going to sing oo | |
| I' m still to sing, I' m still going to sing | |
| I' m still going to sing | |
| speaks in Yoruba | |
| Big kiss, mwah, big kiss, mwah |
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