Stars

Take me to the moon, wanna be with the stars

Set me, set me into orbit

All them times we talked about space but now you say you need that shit

To the moon, I took you off the drugs, I had you fiendin' since

Colder than a lot of bitches, ain't you not anemic, ooh

I can see us in the smoke, the only one I pass it to

I love you, I did, bitch was close like my rib shit

All the smoke behind you, why you turn out to be mid

Now I'm laughing, I kid, you exotic, but damn

Could've bagged you like a zip, but see you do it for the gram