Trim - Stars In Their Eyes lyrics

[Intro:] Yo, Stars in your eyes Floodline Matthew, tonight I'mma be Prez T [Verse 1:] f** what you thought, this ain't a clash I know man with a serious mach' That will lick off your head and back One shot, it's a wrap I wanna bore man with my electric key, cos I know that they're all ga**ed It's Trim, not Scratch Eff H, and Pabs, and Prez And whoever thinks they're bad I don't care if I get shot or stabbed He will get his locks in a Boston crab He will get a slap like Kano's mum, uncle, nephew, friend and dad From D-Lo, get the strap Chase man down wherever they're at [Bridge 1:] Tonight Matthew, I'mma be Big H Well, small H Well, H [Verse 2:] Man tried to diss me, he went first But I don't care, my ting works Man tried to diss me, he went first But I don't care, my ting works Man tried to diss me, he went first But I don't care, my ting works Man tried to diss me, he went first But I don't care, my ting works See me here, see me there Big 38 leave your face over there I will shoot every dreadlock in your hair No one ain't rocking your wear Wait, hold on I'm just flocking your air Did Frisco slap you? Or is he gonna? Wait, and who's mopping your hair? I mean, what's popping over there, really? [Bridge 2:] And Pabby Wabbs I don't know none of your bars But whilst you man were trying to diss me I was clashing Wiley innit Normal tings [Verse 3:] I'm blacker than a black tracksuit with a black hood Black boy with a black crew Black MacBook, Blackberry, black iPhone, no black hook One line flow yet again, I'm back, look It's that look The Lowdown's going on my album, I'm that shook It's that one, that guy on that book, that dibby dibby flow gets that look You ain't got nothing on my scrapbook It's that one again with that one on that book Them or that one can't k** me, I'm that good No, cos I'll clash you and them lot in that shubz I'm that one, blacker than a black tracksuit with a black hood Are you listening? [Outro:] Yeah Normal life