Lyrics Finally, I Got to Make a Space Kid Song! (From "Camp Camp" Season 2) - Richie Branson

Finally, I Got to Make a Space Kid Song! (From "Camp Camp" Season 2)

I lack sex appeal
Couldn’t get a label deal
But that’s fine 'cause I rather have space appeal
Clockin' in
On my rocket ship
Tryin' to pay the bills
Plus, my arm strong
One hit will make him take a Neil
(Heh)
Keep my face encased in the glassy sphere
Just in case I have to race out the atmosphere
Got a Saturn 5 strapped to my caviler
Fuck rap, I’d rather be a outer space racketeer
(Pssh)
Houston, I think we have a problem
I’m talkin' space aliens spotted in my quadrant
Mobbin' with the squadron, and we hotter than the cauldron
And we won’t stop 'til we buzzin' like Aldrin.
Used to make bottle rockets with
the soda pop
Now they call me «solar flare» 'cause the flow is hot
Eyes lookin' like Mars 'cause I smoke a lot
Selfies on the moon, but the haters think it’s Photoshop
Three.
Two.
One
It’s a blast off every time I hit the blunt
Fly like an astronaut
Gotta get the funds
Never take the mask off when I’m on the run
Countin' down
Three.
Two.
One
It’s a blast off every time I hit the blunt
Fly like an astronaut
Gotta get the funds
Never take the mask off when I’m on the run
I don’t fuck with space food
I’d rather have a burger
Tell them leave the patty bloody
Like a Manson murder
Rap and learn to spit fire
Like an afterburner
Faster than the hand
Ike uses when he slappin' Turner
New Challenger
Flying through the galaxy
Now I’m light years ahead
Of everyone who doubted me
Remember when
I couldn’t even catch a salary
Now I’m countin' money
Like the models count calories
Just an average joe
Blessed with the god flow
Hit the blunt
Now I’m moving through the cosmos
Spaceship double law
Like the car
But I’m always getting stopped
By the cops checking cargo
Tell them «look,»
«I don’t want no drama when I fly»
«I'm just passing by»
«With my rocket in the sky «I need Space Kid
Back off me, let me fly»
Then continue getting high
Off my oxygen supply
Three.
Two.
One
It’s a blast off every time I hit the blunt
Fly like an astronaut
Gotta get the funds
Never take the mask off when I’m on the run
Countin' down
Three.
Two.
One
It’s a blast off every time I hit the blunt
Fly like an astronaut
Gotta get the funds
Never take the mask off when I’m on the run