Shooting Star - Rod Wave

I know that shit hurt cause it hurt me, baby

But I had to call you and let you know

You keep your head up and I love you

(Drell's on the track)

Alright I love you too

(AKel)

Call me whenever

Alright

Okay?

Yeah, you right, momma

Yeah, call me whenever

We real, nigga, we don’t get into that

We don’t get into that, that’s hoe shit, yeah

That hoe shit, we pause it

You call me whenever (Rrrraah)

Alright (Bow, bow, bow, bow)

Alright baby, love you

I love you too

Yeah

Alright

Uh, okay I’m focused on my grind, nevermind all that stupid stuff

Niggas act like bitches, need to quit it with that groupie stuff

Rod out his body in a party when his tooly tucked

I was on the four now I’m on five, Jon boot me up

Just woke up to some millions, I’m on like a bitch

My lil' sisters and my lil' daughters never wantin' for shit

I was just walkin' to the corner store, broke as a bitch

Chillin' on north side with Trayvon tryna poke us some shit

Couldn’t do no shinning 'cause I had to find me some paper first

I ain’t have nobody, couldn’t even find a way to work

Now that Benz big body, have all these haters hurt

Ain’t shit to get no haters murked, he play with gang and made a shirt

I was dealing with the pain in the rain but I am better now

My family out the bottom but the youngin' took a better route

Woke up gang, face shot gang, bro don’t let me down

Don’t say a thing, we better now, Rod Wave got cheddar now

I can’t write my wrongs, so I write songs

I left to chase my dreams, don’t you never forget

I admit, I wanted love but wasn’t ready for it

Yeah, sorry I broke your heart, baby

But what’s a life without scars baby, yeah

Who woulda knew I’d get this far, baby?

Do you believe in shooting stars, baby?

Youngin' a shooting star, baby

Uh, uh, yeah, uh, uh (Yeah)

Do you believe in shooting stars, baby?

Uh, uh, yeah, uh, uh, (Yeah)

Youngin' a shooting star, baby

Youngin' a shooting star, baby

Do you believe in shooting stars, baby?

You know, I was right there in front of you, huh

Elementary school, high school, middle school, church

On the block, at work, working

Shooting star the whole time, right there in front of you

I can’t write my wrongs, so I write songs

I left to chase my dreams, don’t you never forget

I admit, I wanted love but wasn’t ready for it

Yeah, sorry I broke your heart, baby

But what’s a life without scars, baby, yeah

Who woulda knew I’d get this far, baby?

Do you believe in shooting stars, baby?

Youngin' a shooting star, baby

Uh, uh, yeah, uh, uh (Yeah)

Do you believe in shooting stars, baby?

Uh, uh, yeah, uh, uh (Yeah)

Youngin' a shooting star, baby

Youngin' a shooting star, baby

Do you believe in shooting stars, baby?

Uh, yeah