If "I am not the koolest", then "my bitches ain't the hottest",
and if both of those statements were true, I'd just be honest.
But if fans lacked faith, shooting stars would just be comets,
why would they grant our wishes? we can't even keep a promise.
 
Promised his girl he'd quit he'd quit smoking but he still lives in that fog.
She's blowin' him on his birthday; On hers? he's blowin' her off.
He's gettin' lifted with niggas, talkin' bout he think she been cheatin.
His homie pass him the stogie, he don't know homie been beatin...
She even feed him at her place. He even eat and give her face.
then homie passed him the L, It's such a fucking disgrace.
She go suck dick, then come kiss him, it's such a fucking disgrace!
cuz he just passed it to me, and told me: "Yo I feel great!"
and I ain't s'posed to know shit, I Picked it up in pieces and bits,
then put the picture together, this just the frame that it fits.
And when I passed it they asked me: why ain't you takin' no hit?
I said: My Momma been on me bout it, I promised I'd quit
 
See i've made wishes on planes, and i've made wishes on stars
And I ain't wish to be famous; or ask for money and cars
Just for peace cuz we need it, and for love cuz i want it
but they just kept on shining. and left me down here with nothing.
 
And I ain't take it personal, a star is not a person
though we give people that title, stars don't care what you or I do
they just fly though, deep space, as the universe expands
until they die... they don't try to understand. Why.
They just fly. ans They just shine.
and they don't cry. and They don't wine, or pine for love,
they just go by... all their own rules, they just get high
while we just wish. and we don't try.
 
I try to be dope, in the hope that you're quickly addicted,
like freshman in college who have had life's restrictions,
all lifted, like I was, when I started smokin'.
-tryna look kool wit the bowl i was holdin
Hopin' that Kim wouldn't notice me chokin.
Like someone on a blind date, who doesn't know their date's blind,
and starts a "blind" joke, but realizes it at the punchline
a little akward, plus we're in another guys room
and I'M the third wheel, but he's decided that Im kool
so we chilled for a bit, then Kim and I dipped, but we split.
I've said whatsup a few times, but she ain't talk to me since.
I started smokin for her, but she don't know me from shit.
Now every day I get high, and I wonder: "what if she's quit?"
 
I''ve made wishes with dandelions, thrown quarters in fountains,
and to 11:11 AM and PM i've counted.
I've wished for peace cuz we need it, and for love cuz i want it.
and I continue to wish and sit here and count all this nothing.
 
but I ain't take it personal, a star is not a person
though we give people that title, stars don't care what you or I do
they just fly though, deep space, as the universe expands
until they die... they don't try to understand. Why.
They just fly. They just shine.
and they don't cry. They don't wine, or pine for love,
they just go by... all their own rules, they just get high.
while we just wish. and we don't try.
 
If "I am not the koolest", then "my bitches ain't the hottest",
and if both of those statements were true, I'd just be honest.
But if fans lacked faith, shooting stars would just be comets,
why would they grant our wishes? we can't even keep a promise.

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