Staring at the Sun - Riff Raff, DJ Afterthought, Ponce

Collect jewels, I collect jewels, I collect jewels

Must have pirate in my veins?

Why?

Why?

Staring at the sun, staring at the sun

Staring at the sun, staring at the sun

I am not your son, you’re staring at the sun

Staring at the sun, staring at the.

I am not your son, staring at the sun

Staring at the sun, staring at the sun

I am not your son, staring at the sun

Staring at the sun, staring at the sun

Yeah, I am not your son, I am not your father

Jumping out the Charger or the kiwi Aston Martin

Kobe Bryant jewels, Kobe steak for brunch

I done got drunk of Versace berry punch

Punch drunk sober switching lanes in Bugatti

Big body blunts, trunk doing karate

Fifth do Jin-jits, I can set pick

Watch me screen and roll with narcotics in your system

Got cocaine in my system, seats hieroglyphin'

I ain’t even tripping, got my name in the stitches

Staring at the sun, staring at the sun

Staring at the sun, staring at the sun

I am not your son, you’re staring at the sun

Staring at the sun, staring at the.

I am not your son, staring at the sun

Staring at the sun, staring at the sun

I am not your son, staring at the sun

Staring at the sun, staring at the sun

Pull up at the light, syrup up in a Sprite

Medusas in my sight, that’s just off slight

You think I’m your son, I’m more like your dad

Choppin' down the ave., balling like the Cavs

Might just pull up in a droptop

Like it’s fresh out the chop shop

So cold, but the block’s hot

Heating up just like a crock pot

Stare at the sun with 'Sace's on

Speeding like I’m on the Autobahn

Getting it and I got it gone

I’m balling so hard on you mighty

Hey, yeah, robins hanging on my ass

Out here chasing all this cash

Yeah, just to add it to my stash

Yeah, aye, but I might just drop scream

Drop trip Whoopi

Ball like Hakeem, wow

Staring at the sun, staring at the sun

Staring at the sun, staring at the sun

I am not your son, you’re staring at the sun

Staring at the sun, staring at the.

I am not your son, staring at the sun

Staring at the sun, staring at the sun

I am not your son, staring at the sun

Staring at the sun, staring at the sun

Staring at the sun, Versace shades cool me down

Swear to God I’m the king, I think I deserve me a crown

Smoke go to my lungs, xanny dancing on my tongue

I don’t even do it often, but right now I’m having fun

I just copped me some new Ye

Contemplated on some new J’s

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, dressing all white like an angel

Diamonds dancing like they tango

Drippin paint like a paint show

My neck shine like a rainbow

Versace vision, I’m a visionary

Wait, God, I’m a missionary

Rollie saying it’s my time, that’s the word in the dictionary

Homie really got me high rolling

Burning gas get my eyes swollen

I told my nigga RiFF drive the wave of drought told me to blindfold 'em

Staring at the sun, staring at the sun

Staring at the sun, staring at the sun

I am not your son, you’re staring at the sun

Staring at the sun, staring at the.

I am not your son, staring at the sun

Staring at the sun, staring at the sun

I am not your son, staring at the sun

Staring at the sun, staring at the sun