STAAR Songtext
von Left at London
STAAR Songtext
Black hair with the crib grown out
Face mask, little gun pulled out
I′m gonna make you a staar
Lil one all commodified
Happily oblige, my child
I'm gonna make you a staar
No wonder you grew so old
In that amount of time
You don′t know soul
I just know your fate
I love how easy to convince
You are
My staar
My staar
Face mask, little gun pulled out
I′m gonna make you a staar
Lil one all commodified
Happily oblige, my child
I'm gonna make you a staar
No wonder you grew so old
In that amount of time
You don′t know soul
I just know your fate
I love how easy to convince
You are
My staar
My staar
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