
Super Nova / My Dying Star DC The Don
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[Intro: DC The Don]
You gotta tell me when you think I'm too far
You gotta tell me when you think I'm too far
[Chorus: DC The Don]
You gotta tell me when you think I'm too far
Drop my pen down, then I'll leave Mars
You're my bandage to cover scars
Supernova, my dying star
You gotta tell me when you think I'm too far
Drop my pen down, then I'll leave Mars
You're my bandage to cover scars
Supernova, my dying star
[Verse: DC The Don]
I can't trick you, you're way too smart
Fuck these groupies, not up to par
You took my heart, then made it ours
Supernova, my dying star
Call me when you feel you're alone
I'm too high, I'm not coming home
Cross my red boots and spit my songs
Death stare on her, turn me to stone
She loves Death Grips, she's on a roll
Victimized life style to rock and roll
I left LA, I lost my flow
She played Satan and stole his throne
Instead of praying for my enemies, I'm hoping they all die
Might turn them all into angel dust and watch them niggas fly
Fuck up my enemies, I'm hoping they all die
Turn them all to angel dust and watch them niggas fly
You gotta tell me when you think I'm too far
You gotta tell me when you think I'm too far
[Chorus: DC The Don]
You gotta tell me when you think I'm too far
Drop my pen down, then I'll leave Mars
You're my bandage to cover scars
Supernova, my dying star
You gotta tell me when you think I'm too far
Drop my pen down, then I'll leave Mars
You're my bandage to cover scars
Supernova, my dying star
[Verse: DC The Don]
I can't trick you, you're way too smart
Fuck these groupies, not up to par
You took my heart, then made it ours
Supernova, my dying star
Call me when you feel you're alone
I'm too high, I'm not coming home
Cross my red boots and spit my songs
Death stare on her, turn me to stone
She loves Death Grips, she's on a roll
Victimized life style to rock and roll
I left LA, I lost my flow
She played Satan and stole his throne
Instead of praying for my enemies, I'm hoping they all die
Might turn them all into angel dust and watch them niggas fly
Fuck up my enemies, I'm hoping they all die
Turn them all to angel dust and watch them niggas fly
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