Big K.R.I.T. - Moon & Stars (Remix) lyrics

[Hook] So I ride, I lean, I crawl Do it better than them all Let the road be my guide As I glide in candy cars Underneath the moon and the stars [Verse 1 : Big KRIT] Yeah, yo, my digital dash, as I mash on the gas Don't know where I'm going fast, but I'm going there Stop at the club, forever sure there's some hoes in there Shaking they a**, looking for players with dough to share, but that ain't me though Before I trick on a bust-it baby, I'm outta the do' If you are looking for saving shawty, I'm not your hero More like a guide I can take you where you want, would you look in my eye? Like you supposed to, cold enough to froze ya Talking bout that pimping you already been exposed to Far from being sober, let's travel into space while Puffing on this Yoda, glowing like a lightsaber Doing what the grownups do Be grateful that this game was bestowed upon to you Cause backstabbing betrayers divide, don't listen to Cause they front, but they don't, do what I do Cause they will never ever be pimps [Hook] [Verse 2 : k**a Kyleon] Laid back on that bu*terscotch Got my paint lookin' peppermint Pull up pacin on pokers, puffin' that purple it's evident Smell the scent I can see the moon and the stars in my evidence Louie V don't see haters no focus cuz they irrelevant Comin' thru like the president/Wave at my boppers n droppers I let my trunk do the jump n they flag us down n they stop us Flock us like waka. Like tv shows they watch us. you see these hoes? Mesmerized like khalifa Pulled up in a slab do you see these fours This ain't no Taaka, this purple drink. Do you see me pour? And my cup got them double stacks like that X/do u see me roll? Paint wet like it's aroused,So high i can kiss the clouds I roll up them sour flowers and smoke till I'm lookin Yao I'm stuck on this country sh** I'm southern just like the college Neck bones, cornbread, candy yams, and my greens collard Crawlin just like a toddler pradas pushin them pedals down Jackers keep me in magneto mode, I keep that medal 'round [Hook] [Verse 3 : Curren$y] I be obliged if you stepped outside Smokin' that bum a** sh** b**h You get no play in this ride bu*ta' soft high They built many 'vettes after mine but I think they did it best in '89 Idlin' at the red light mindin' my business Holdin' my weed low with a slight crack in my windows Playin' all three of my mirrors I ain't nervous But I'm certain that them devils tryin' to get me Cause I'm swervin' banging curbs And they can't stand to see me with it But it don't stop just provoke me More to drop my top Now be planetarium status Flickin' ashes in the big dippa' You ain't as high as me mista Eye screwin' your sista' from a fifty foot distance Now she missin' caught up in a twista', Tropicana Pour me up a gla** of tang Roll up some of that NASA, mane [Hook]