Isaiah Gripper - Million Stars lyrics

Jonna [Intro]: Million Stars Isaiah [Verse 1]: Take me back in time, don't you copy my design. You're feelin' kinda pressed 'cause you're not a headline. Lookin' kinda rough, won't you get some calamine. Be wise with your filter, you resemble Frankenstein. I am out in Pari, chillin' on that ferry. Vacation Islam, we could chill with Montazeri Oh, you gettin' reckless? Now you wanna test this? Bring it to the king, let me see if you'll impress this. Jonna [Chorus]: Million Stars Isaiah [Verse 2] Title me the king. Give me the crown. Hand me the ring. (Shh) Don't make a sound. Title you my enemy. You're tryna' make a friend of me. Gonna take your spot, only two spots ahead of me. Pick up on that pace. Ahead upon that race. Unless you're dead broke, there's no need to paper chase. If you're mad, upper case. You're career, I'll erase. You could swipe, here's my Chase. Back to work, you're out of place.