Lyrics:
yeah, ayy DJ, bring that back
Go on with your big ass, lemme see something
Tell ya little friend he can quit mean mugging
I'm lit and I don't care
ass, let me see something
Tell your little friend he can quit mean mugging
I'm lit and I don't care what no one thinks
But where the FUCK is the waitress
yeah, ayy DJ, bring that back
Go on with your big ass, lemme see something
Tell ya little friend he can quit mean mugging
I'm lit and I don't care
There's no escape
Creep inside
There's no
Escape
The systems were disabled
Can't find a way to computate the
Coordinates of the breach
They're swarming in
And now you look at time as though we look at space
So very questions that we have
Very statements that we make about our lives
Make no sense in that higher coordinate system
a world thats not working.
Why are we working
Why is this system setup like slavery
Did our ancestors do something
To deserve to be
At what percent is
[Chorus]
Go on wit ya big ass! lemme see something
Tell ya little friend he can quit mean mugging
I'm lit and I don't care what no one thinks
But where
[Chorus]
Go on wit ya big ass! lemme see something
Tell ya little friend he can quit mean mugging
I'm lit and I don't care what no one thinks
But where
[Chorus]
Go on wit ya big ass! lemme see something
Tell ya little friend he can quit mean mugging
I'm lit and I don't care what no one thinks
But where
dreamy on the eyes
Right ascension, declination, coordinate my rise
No ceiling tops or exosphere will stop me from my flight
Like Voyager and Pioneer
[Chorus]
Go on wit ya big ass! lemme see something
Tell ya little friend he can quit mean mugging
I'm lit and I don't care what no one thinks
But where
Not thrilled by a lotta Shit I'm quite the opposite
Cause it's trendy don't mean I gotta hop on it
Don't give acknowledgement or any sponsorship
Do
have an envelope it has my name
It is a pseudonym and I am game
There is a murderer who means to maim
But I don't like to lose I'll
Find the clues
coordinates
Fuck the cops fuck the system we be roughtin' it
(Yeah this music gettin' lit but the aux in it aye)
(Are you ready my brah)
Shit turn criminal
save me
They told me I was out of this world
It means I need my own space g
When they I told me I was out of this world
I never let the world change me
We've come a long way, traveled near, near and far
Don't be afraid of us, 'cause we're not dangerous
(System failure)
We come in peace
We mean no
transverse the spine, causing astral projection
You can travel through time to where we've conquered the moon and colonised Mars
And distant solar systems
[Chorus]
Go on wit ya big ass! lemme see something
Tell ya little friend he can quit mean mugging
I'm lit and I don't care what no one thinks
But where
land's protected and nestled inside a solar system
No one has permission to go in any condition
If it ain't interstellar, our former leaders let it grow
to a close
And reinvent the wheel by reshaping what it means to be human
And they think they can achieve this by 2030
It's a cold dystopian vision that wants
the notion
That we, too, are living,
Breathing metaphors for dying stars
Dying stars
With brains and eyes and nervous systems
We are far, far less luminous
[Chorus]
Go on wit ya big ass! lemme see something
Tell ya little friend he can quit mean mugging
I'm lit and I don't care what no one thinks
But where
[Chorus]
Go on wit ya big ass! lemme see something
Tell ya little friend he can quit mean mugging
I'm lit and I don't care what no one thinks
But where
[Chorus]
Go on wit ya big ass! lemme see something
Tell ya little friend he can quit mean mugging
I'm lit and I don't care what no one thinks
But where
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