Shooting Star

I heard you like to mess with shit behind closed doors

Your finger tips are sendin' messages, your cellphone is a Ouija board

You wanna play those games and now you're playin' with your life

You had to fuck around, now you got problems with The Poltergeist

Your shit doesn't get any views

You're just mad 'cause we're better than you

You're stayin' asleep, I'm chasin' my dreams

You're chasin' a ghost, can't catch up to me

Ground level, wishin' you could get this far

I got that gun pointed at you from the top, I'm a shooting star