Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Astro, artist - MellowHype. Date of issue: 08.10.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Astro |
| I said niggas be takin' life too serious |
| I swear my music take lives — uh, period |
| Mellowhype, things are dependent-free mind-pyramids |
| Breaking walls down, never a Black Hawk Down, oh |
| They put a label on me but I see they’re all clowns |
| That’s why I talk English and think fast |
| Feel my words through the ink’s last letter |
| Which’ll never turn his back, back catcher, I grab |
| Extra magazines I’m in, to remind me of the places I’ve been |
| Returning to visit again, me and my fuckin' friends |
| Before I hit the stage I clench my microphone until my fist hurt |
| Before I eat sushi, I’d rather get to know the fish first |
| For all the cats behind my time, that rhyme — that shit’s worth |
| Everything in my mental state now I’m secure, mental ways |
| Dental plates in my jaw for spitting raw just because |
| I like to floss my talent |
| Think I’m-a wear the yellow tux at the Grammy’s |
| And rock out with my cock out… |
| Like «who this kid think he is?» |
| It’s just something I’ve seen Prince do |
| It’s true… |
| No matter what, I’m showing up |
| Who gives a flying floating fuck |
| What people say, or think? |
| Cause end of the day, start of the day they all said we wouldn’t get here anyway |
| You blink, and Wolf Gang’s in this bitch… |
| When I was a kid I wanted to be just like you |
| (When I grew up, when I, when I, grew up) |
| Write my own rhymes, recite 'em a couple times |
| Hoping one day it blew up so me and my niggas could shine |
| I got 3 quarters and about 10 dimes |
| You can split them 10's up cause both these quarters are mine |
| Let’s fuckin' celebrate, Wolf Gang confederate |
| We made it, we made it, we made it and you hatin' |
| Cause we made it and we made it |
| And that is not an understatement (oh!) |
| I put that on the people that I stay with |
| Live day to day with, tour bus is the slave ship |
| Niggas worked the grave shift, record clean up and play disc |
| We must be misbehaving |
| But the fans love it, they get the subject |
| Niggas claim be rappers but don’t fulfil the substance |
| Fuckin rubbish, I’ll dust quick |
| Nothing to fuck with, I’ve got my hands on my balls, like my nuts itch |
| Think I’m-a wear the yellow tux at the Grammy’s |
| And rock out with my cock out… |
| Like «who this kid think he is?» |
| It’s just something I’ve seen Prince do |
| It’s true… |
| No matter what, I’m showing up |
| Who gives a flying floating fuck |
| What people say, or think? |
| Cause end of the day, start of the day they all said we wouldn’t get here anyway |
| You blink, and Wolf Gang’s in this bitch… |
| I remember I first played Trick some OF shit |
| And he fronted on it like. |
| nah that shit will never work |
| Ha ha ha, like word? |
| Family: these 2 wrists of mine |
| I had to make them gold |
| You gotta let me shine… |
| If you’re a friend of mine |
| Ask any friend of mine |
| I’ll never block your glow, won’t curb your high |
| We be, in a place they never been |
| Hellabands, for the hell of it |
| In Paris Paris Paris |
| White wings on desert sand |
| Flyin' over the Taliban… Probably |
| We be in a place they never been |
| Hellabands, for the hell of it |
| In Paris Paris Paris |
| White wings on desert sand |
| Flyin' over the Taliban… Probably |