Yeah you know I get lit, cause this world is full of shit
Chill out thoughts inside the back
All the bullshit make my just forget Lord
Something wrong with your vision
Open up my mind and just listen
Yeah you know I shine bright
Kinda look like the moonlight
Careful with my shine, bitch Im out here
You better swerve, you better disappear
Don't f*ck with these lames, cause we not the same
Prolly cause I got a third eye in my f*cking brain
I'm just doing me, what you doing bro
Never marry hoes, keep it real for sure
That's my click and we smoking and drinking
Bitch I'm not f*cked up I'm just zoning and thinking I'm gone
Spending my money so I don't feel funny
Getting geeked up Im always looking bummy
Fell in love with being underestimated, no I didn't change I fell in love with all the hatred
Come at me and the twelve gauge will glisten, all these local rappers don't ever listen
Not afraid to end you cause Im already dead, off of twelve xans with some chrome in my hand
Me and Doza Emmz been brothers getting bread, family don't care so I had to use my head
Turing all my thoughts to some cash instead, shining on you while you wishing that you dead
Still a broke boy I love butter on my bread, cheese in my pockets never got to me head
I always feel like dirt cause I'm f*cking braindead, you said it yourself I should have been dead
Moonlight Video (MV)
Lupo Prospero - Moonlight Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Yeah you know I get lit, cause this world is full of shit
Chill out thoughts inside the back
All the bullshit make my just forget Lord
Something wrong with your vision
Open up my mind and just listen
Yeah you know I shine bright
Kinda look like the moonlight
Careful with my shine, bitch Im out here
You better swerve, you better disappear
Don't f*ck with these lames, cause we not the same
Prolly cause I got a third eye in my f*cking brain
I'm just doing me, what you doing bro
Never marry hoes, keep it real for sure
That's my click and we smoking and drinking
Bitch I'm not f*cked up I'm just zoning and thinking I'm gone
Spending my money so I don't feel funny
Getting geeked up Im always looking bummy
Fell in love with being underestimated, no I didn't change I fell in love with all the hatred
Come at me and the twelve gauge will glisten, all these local rappers don't ever listen
Not afraid to end you cause Im already dead, off of twelve xans with some chrome in my hand
Me and Doza Emmz been brothers getting bread, family don't care so I had to use my head
Turing all my thoughts to some cash instead, shining on you while you wishing that you dead
Still a broke boy I love butter on my bread, cheese in my pockets never got to me head
I always feel like dirt cause I'm f*cking braindead, you said it yourself I should have been dead
Chill out thoughts inside the back
All the bullshit make my just forget Lord
Something wrong with your vision
Open up my mind and just listen
Yeah you know I shine bright
Kinda look like the moonlight
Careful with my shine, bitch Im out here
You better swerve, you better disappear
Don't f*ck with these lames, cause we not the same
Prolly cause I got a third eye in my f*cking brain
I'm just doing me, what you doing bro
Never marry hoes, keep it real for sure
That's my click and we smoking and drinking
Bitch I'm not f*cked up I'm just zoning and thinking I'm gone
Spending my money so I don't feel funny
Getting geeked up Im always looking bummy
Fell in love with being underestimated, no I didn't change I fell in love with all the hatred
Come at me and the twelve gauge will glisten, all these local rappers don't ever listen
Not afraid to end you cause Im already dead, off of twelve xans with some chrome in my hand
Me and Doza Emmz been brothers getting bread, family don't care so I had to use my head
Turing all my thoughts to some cash instead, shining on you while you wishing that you dead
Still a broke boy I love butter on my bread, cheese in my pockets never got to me head
I always feel like dirt cause I'm f*cking braindead, you said it yourself I should have been dead
Writer: Andrew Foti
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid