Twisted Stars Lyrics
| Song | Twisted Stars |
| Artist | 100 Miles |
| Album | Twisted Stars |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Miles A. Ray-Burks | |
| 作曲 : Miles A. Ray-Burks | |
| [intro] | |
| Imma do this shit in one take | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| I ain't never felt worth nothing | |
| Been cool spitting on an empty stomach | |
| Till the kingdom coming | |
| I won’t leave | |
| Winter out with a short sleeve | |
| On a cold bench | |
| Don’t speak to me | |
| I was bench pressed when you think about it | |
| Been on my own since 16 | |
| Tryna grow up at 19 | |
| Never been a man | |
| Or a straight nigga | |
| Always sum different | |
| Like a butterfly | |
| When im making waves | |
| Are you down to ride | |
| Stay stupid high | |
| So I read a little | |
| But Move fast only need a minute | |
| Ain't never had a whip with the windows tinted | |
| But im dark skinned so my vision black | |
| No Kodak | |
| Can’t picture my thoughts like im cooking up art in my audio garden | |
| Im happy inside of this shit (woah) | |
| Shawty just rolled me a spliff (aye) | |
| All creator no Tyler | |
| **** yo feelings | |
| I want dollars | |
| Put the money all in my purse | |
| Only real niggas feel my verses | |
| Im just tryna heal all these curses | |
| All my curses get wrote in cursive | |
| Phisticated but a dumb ass negro | |
| I ain’t Ye but I love myself | |
| And I want my wealth | |
| Cuz I been through hell | |
| And back | |
| Tryna figure out what I lack | |
| I'm the only one who got my back | |
| [Hook] | |
| Twisted Stars | |
| No fantasies | |
| I need gold for all of my shit | |
| Won't go home I never give in | |
| Been gave blood for all of my sins | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| High key I stay low-key (woah) | |
| On a back beat | |
| Headphones in the back seat | |
| Dont wanna talk so don’t ask me | |
| Not mean I just needing my space | |
| Gimme pennies for my thoughts just for your sake | |
| Hate what this shit might do to me | |
| If I Open up and imma masterpiece | |
| Been trapped so long that I actually | |
| Might not know who the **** I am | |
| I’m sitting in clouds | |
| Got a pretty perspective | |
| I'm making my waves with the shit thats different | |
| **** wit me if you want to | |
| Cool as **** when the sunshine | |
| Love myself without company | |
| But I’m not as happy on the inside | |
| Pigs praise dance on my gravestone | |
| Breaking outta these grey tones | |
| Im living color | |
| No other nigga got it like me | |
| Feeling baby blue in my white tee | |
| Got a big grin can't stop me | |
| No sugar coating I ain’t iced tea | |
| Been tryna do the right thing | |
| But I can’t see past my nose | |
| [Outro] | |
| Not as happy on the inside | |
| I just float alone | |
| Anxiety all in my microphone | |
| Voice broken and im heart broken | |
| You ****ed up | |
| Got no trust | |
| Hurt inside | |
| My mind dry | |
| Took a whole year | |
| Couldn’t write this song | |
| Up all night long | |
| I don’t feel too strong |
| zuo ci : Miles A. RayBurks | |
| zuo qu : Miles A. RayBurks | |
| intro | |
| Imma do this shit in one take | |
| Verse 1 | |
| I ain' t never felt worth nothing | |
| Been cool spitting on an empty stomach | |
| Till the kingdom coming | |
| I won' t leave | |
| Winter out with a short sleeve | |
| On a cold bench | |
| Don' t speak to me | |
| I was bench pressed when you think about it | |
| Been on my own since 16 | |
| Tryna grow up at 19 | |
| Never been a man | |
| Or a straight nigga | |
| Always sum different | |
| Like a butterfly | |
| When im making waves | |
| Are you down to ride | |
| Stay stupid high | |
| So I read a little | |
| But Move fast only need a minute | |
| Ain' t never had a whip with the windows tinted | |
| But im dark skinned so my vision black | |
| No Kodak | |
| Can' t picture my thoughts like im cooking up art in my audio garden | |
| Im happy inside of this shit woah | |
| Shawty just rolled me a spliff aye | |
| All creator no Tyler | |
| yo feelings | |
| I want dollars | |
| Put the money all in my purse | |
| Only real niggas feel my verses | |
| Im just tryna heal all these curses | |
| All my curses get wrote in cursive | |
| Phisticated but a dumb ass negro | |
| I ain' t Ye but I love myself | |
| And I want my wealth | |
| Cuz I been through hell | |
| And back | |
| Tryna figure out what I lack | |
| I' m the only one who got my back | |
| Hook | |
| Twisted Stars | |
| No fantasies | |
| I need gold for all of my shit | |
| Won' t go home I never give in | |
| Been gave blood for all of my sins | |
| Verse 2 | |
| High key I stay lowkey woah | |
| On a back beat | |
| Headphones in the back seat | |
| Dont wanna talk so don' t ask me | |
| Not mean I just needing my space | |
| Gimme pennies for my thoughts just for your sake | |
| Hate what this shit might do to me | |
| If I Open up and imma masterpiece | |
| Been trapped so long that I actually | |
| Might not know who the I am | |
| I' m sitting in clouds | |
| Got a pretty perspective | |
| I' m making my waves with the shit thats different | |
| wit me if you want to | |
| Cool as when the sunshine | |
| Love myself without company | |
| But I' m not as happy on the inside | |
| Pigs praise dance on my gravestone | |
| Breaking outta these grey tones | |
| Im living color | |
| No other nigga got it like me | |
| Feeling baby blue in my white tee | |
| Got a big grin can' t stop me | |
| No sugar coating I ain' t iced tea | |
| Been tryna do the right thing | |
| But I can' t see past my nose | |
| Outro | |
| Not as happy on the inside | |
| I just float alone | |
| Anxiety all in my microphone | |
| Voice broken and im heart broken | |
| You ed up | |
| Got no trust | |
| Hurt inside | |
| My mind dry | |
| Took a whole year | |
| Couldn' t write this song | |
| Up all night long | |
| I don' t feel too strong |
| zuò cí : Miles A. RayBurks | |
| zuò qǔ : Miles A. RayBurks | |
| intro | |
| Imma do this shit in one take | |
| Verse 1 | |
| I ain' t never felt worth nothing | |
| Been cool spitting on an empty stomach | |
| Till the kingdom coming | |
| I won' t leave | |
| Winter out with a short sleeve | |
| On a cold bench | |
| Don' t speak to me | |
| I was bench pressed when you think about it | |
| Been on my own since 16 | |
| Tryna grow up at 19 | |
| Never been a man | |
| Or a straight nigga | |
| Always sum different | |
| Like a butterfly | |
| When im making waves | |
| Are you down to ride | |
| Stay stupid high | |
| So I read a little | |
| But Move fast only need a minute | |
| Ain' t never had a whip with the windows tinted | |
| But im dark skinned so my vision black | |
| No Kodak | |
| Can' t picture my thoughts like im cooking up art in my audio garden | |
| Im happy inside of this shit woah | |
| Shawty just rolled me a spliff aye | |
| All creator no Tyler | |
| yo feelings | |
| I want dollars | |
| Put the money all in my purse | |
| Only real niggas feel my verses | |
| Im just tryna heal all these curses | |
| All my curses get wrote in cursive | |
| Phisticated but a dumb ass negro | |
| I ain' t Ye but I love myself | |
| And I want my wealth | |
| Cuz I been through hell | |
| And back | |
| Tryna figure out what I lack | |
| I' m the only one who got my back | |
| Hook | |
| Twisted Stars | |
| No fantasies | |
| I need gold for all of my shit | |
| Won' t go home I never give in | |
| Been gave blood for all of my sins | |
| Verse 2 | |
| High key I stay lowkey woah | |
| On a back beat | |
| Headphones in the back seat | |
| Dont wanna talk so don' t ask me | |
| Not mean I just needing my space | |
| Gimme pennies for my thoughts just for your sake | |
| Hate what this shit might do to me | |
| If I Open up and imma masterpiece | |
| Been trapped so long that I actually | |
| Might not know who the I am | |
| I' m sitting in clouds | |
| Got a pretty perspective | |
| I' m making my waves with the shit thats different | |
| wit me if you want to | |
| Cool as when the sunshine | |
| Love myself without company | |
| But I' m not as happy on the inside | |
| Pigs praise dance on my gravestone | |
| Breaking outta these grey tones | |
| Im living color | |
| No other nigga got it like me | |
| Feeling baby blue in my white tee | |
| Got a big grin can' t stop me | |
| No sugar coating I ain' t iced tea | |
| Been tryna do the right thing | |
| But I can' t see past my nose | |
| Outro | |
| Not as happy on the inside | |
| I just float alone | |
| Anxiety all in my microphone | |
| Voice broken and im heart broken | |
| You ed up | |
| Got no trust | |
| Hurt inside | |
| My mind dry | |
| Took a whole year | |
| Couldn' t write this song | |
| Up all night long | |
| I don' t feel too strong |
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