| Starships and Rockets in a world that don’t give a damn
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| Bullets fly past me, who can I trust
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| A player doing the best I can
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| If you set yo' mind free baby
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| Maybe you’ll understand
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| Starships and Rockets, in a world that don’t give a damn
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| Verse 1 (Eightball):
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| As the sunsets, I take off my specs
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| Sit down and collect, my thoughts of another day in the past
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| How it don’t last like it use to last
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| It’s common place to get yo' ass splattered from a gun blast
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| Not trying to preach, just trying to reach out and feel me
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| I chose the righteous path and now people are out to kill me
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| Killing myself, advertising suicide
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| Explaining formulas for black on black genicides
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| In other words I apologize
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| Not for telling the truth, but about the lifestyle I glorified
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| Now everlying I have heard and seen much shit
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| But through it all man, I’ve always been a lyrisct
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| ]From high school, to a hole in a wall, shotting pool
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| On top of the world, and a nigga still paying dues
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| Singing the blues, cause saturday morning mom bumped it
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| Love and happiness, Al Green and the Trumpets
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| Rolled up in my brain with that hay and hen
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| Using God giving talents, slanging wealth and sin
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| Lost in the clouds, drowing in that 80 proof
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| And all around me, my world is turning to
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| Verse 2 (Eightball):
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| Look at the asteroids wizzing past you
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| Video taping everything with they cameras flashing
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| They caught me dashing out the studio, with the 2 inch tape
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| ]From the hood to stage it just ain’t no escape
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| ]From the devil, no matter who you are it’s hard to beat 'em
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| ]From the TV that 'cha watching to the food that 'cha eating
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| We been jackomentally, by the enemy
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| And sometime the enemy could end up being kind to me
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| Space Age pimp flexing, detectixing plexing
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| Friends turn to foes trying to be slicker than Westin
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| Lessons get taught by the one’s fucking up constantly
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| Pressured by they peers, distracted by they eyes and ears
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| Nigga’s sell they souls trying to get the goals in
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| End up wonderin' were the bump in road end
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| Then again time won’t stop tickin' away
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| You won’t get shit if you don’t get on up and get it today
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| New shit turn to old shit quick
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| While we killing each other trying to impress a bitch
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| Lost in the clouds, drowing in that 80 proof
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| And all around us, our world is turning to
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| Hook (Randy):
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| Starships and rockets in a world that don’t give a damn
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| Bullets fly past me who can I trust
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| A player doing the best I can
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| If you set yo' mind free baby, maybe you’ll understand (what)
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| Starships and rockets, in a world that don’t give a damn, yeah, yeah
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| Don’t 'cha know we got starships, and rockets
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| Got bullets all around me, yeah
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| A Can ya feel me, can ya' feel me
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| We’re living, livin'
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| On Pluto, and Mars, and Mercury
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| Starships, and Rockets
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| Say everybody hear what I saaaaaaaay |