[Chorus]

Shoot, aimin' for stars

I hope you know some aren't

Shoot, aimin' for stars

I hope you know some aren't (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]

Can't hammer out all the dirty nails

'Cause that shit won't take, gotta work for wealth

And that wisdom came to this person well

Once his pimples faded and stubble dwelled

Yet despite awareness of what could entail

If I didn't try, I was not compelled

Find a middle ground, so I'm not in hell

In that inner core and not middle ground

Go to class but be so late, ain't welcome back

Off my rocker but somatic health intact

Pro-Zac for a toe tag will sеldom act

"Can't fail if you don't try", I held to that

I stumbled upon a treasurе trove

Of excuses, up until the record blows

I'ma use them as their crutches, even though

I don't break a bead of sweat when steppin' over chances!

Lies hide theirselves in truth, I thrive under failin' roofs

I could have all the wealth and loot in the world

And tears'll still well and ooze out my eyes

Tap in to sell the ruse or at night, rappin' and fail

So boo-hoo, throwin' tomatoes to boo who?

You don't even know me, but you shoot!

[Chorus]

Shoot, aimin' for stars

I hope you know some aren't

Shoot (Shoot at you, aim for stars)

Aimin' for stars (Hope you know, some that aren't)

I hope you know some aren't

[Verse 2]

Find a loophole then I double knots

They're too cold for the juggernauts

If I don't come up with some kinda plot

Put my neck in one then I'm fuckin' gone

From A to B as a protozoa

Not the sanest schemes, I got loco motives

Just a vehicle for you to make it seem

Like I made the green just by goin' over

Hate the game, don't you hate the player

Is it really cheatin' if it's game mechanics?

Patch the shit, you can't make it happen

If the source code is what creates the havoc

Let's make a play, yes, it may get graphic

Know you'd take the pay in a state of panic

You the savin' grace, you could save the planet?

Well, then save the grace so that we can have it

Some say right is right and the left should leave

As I sit and gloat over broken dreams

Feel so complete, they say that's infectious

In your adolescence but that's best to me

It's formed a nexus and I'll never leave

Become ambidextrous, metaphorically

But in that case, they'll still hold a weapon

Whether it's right or left hand for the trigger squeeze

Like—

[Chorus]

Shoot, aimin' for stars

I hope you know some aren't

Shoot (Shoot at you, aim for stars)

Aimin' for stars (Hope you know, some that aren't)

I hope you know some aren't