Shooting Stars Lyrics

Been throwing quarters in the bottom of this wishing well

I was tryin to make it home but life a carrousel

Sometimes id rather be alone and just not make it there

But if theses stars keep on shooting ill wish you were here

They shot him last night damn that boy ain't make it home

He had a baby on the way and now her daddy gone

Mama ain't make enough now she's trippin at the club

The baby 17 and the diaper bag full of drugs

She keep tryin to make it home but want someone to love

So she keep leaving wit theses niggas

Who just wanna fuck, But they don't ever love they just want to pick and roll

And she can't sleep with out can weed or hits of both

But it don't feel the same she know she chasin' ghost

Wonder if Michelle lost Barack would she keep the hope

Now mama hardly ever see the kid

Cause baby never home just like daddy did

Cause baby think she grown now

Taking off her clothes now

Just like mama did when daddy died

How come she wrong now?

Crazy how shit go now

Think I gotta slow down

Lord I want me lick back but can't leave 'em on her own now

Been throwing quarters in the bottom of this wishing well

I was tryin to make it home but life a carrousel

Sometimes id rather be alone and just not make it there

But if theses stars keep on shooting ill wish you were here

Now if she love me she wont leave me fuck that fairy tale

Cause when you locked up, and she propped up

Cause she knocked up ,

Or its got though

And she shot up,

But she still love

And you don't trust,

It ain't fucked up

Cause he left us,

And thats just life ,

And life ain't just just another American story aint seee no crutch

Just anther black boy aint care to know us

Just another black girl who only want love

So if you love me I cant leave you til we both done