| Sleep till we’ve landed on
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| Mars
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| Then it’s sweet
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| But until that day though
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| I’m not missing a peep
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| By catching a Z, trapping in bed
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| Tryna get a head
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| No
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| Sleep till we’ve landed on
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| Mars
|
| Then it’s sweet
|
| But until that day though
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| I’m not missing a peep
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| By catching a Z, I’m even trapping in bed
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| Tryna get a head
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| Yo, I’m dumb like Einstein stubbing his toe
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| On a stupid chair he knew was there
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| Icy sipping ice tea in Freddy Kruger’s lair
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| Humans stare
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| When I trip and triple backflip through the air
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| Then land on me weak hand like it was planned
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| Artistic virtuoso drawing a line in the sand
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| And a thousand words couldn’t sum me up
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| In the summer sun huddled up
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| Wiping a single solitary bead of sweat from me fod
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| With a freshly pressed 50 note
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| And drink and smoke on the job
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| You can’t direct debit the cost to be the boss
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| I interrupt your feature presentation mid-scene to floss
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| Boom shaka laka
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| Got your wifey’s head turning quicker than if Chewbacca slapped her
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| There’s too much shit to do
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| I’m ringing but it won’t connect
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| Rest me head for ten minutes, feel like I’ve overslept
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| No
|
| Sleep till we’ve landed on
|
| Mars
|
| Then it’s sweet
|
| But until that day though
|
| I’m not missing a peep
|
| By catching a Z, trapping in bed
|
| Tryna get a head
|
| No
|
| Sleep till we’ve landed on
|
| Mars
|
| Then it’s sweet
|
| But until that day though
|
| I’m not missing a peep
|
| By catching a Z, I’m even trapping in bed
|
| Tryna get a head
|
| I’m looking at you like, 'Why the fuck am I looking at you?!'
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| I deserve a colossal diamond studded statue
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| Just for being G
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| Fuck the scenery, the only thing you should even wanna see is me
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| I play you like my Juno
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| I’ve got all the knowledge I want already, so fuck what you know
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| I’m wildin' like I’m Tuco
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| Don’t even die unless I give you permission to do so
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| It’s true, if I tell 'em that’s it’s true
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| Everything I do is an incredible memory… for you
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| So con-grat-u-fucking-lations
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| We build a pyramid, sit atop it and plot like a gang of crooked masons
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| Smothered Jason with a couch cushion
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| I’ll make your whole crew fall back without pushing
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| I see you clowns running your mouth, fronting
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| You rappers claiming you 'bout suttin
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| But you 'bout nuttin
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| No
|
| Sleep till we’ve landed on
|
| Mars
|
| Then it’s sweet
|
| But until that day though
|
| I’m not missing a peep
|
| By catching a Z, trapping in bed
|
| Tryna get a head
|
| No
|
| Sleep till we’ve landed on
|
| Mars
|
| Then it’s sweet
|
| But until that day though
|
| I’m not missing a peep
|
| By catching a Z, I’m even trapping in bed
|
| Tryna get a head |