| I brought a bag full of tools
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| I oughta laugh at ya fools
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| I welded the frame
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| Reset the chain
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| I’m feeling rad, cool
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| I ride my bike with no hands
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| I’d write my rhymes with no fans
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| I live my life with no plans
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| Like if I die I’ve no damns
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| Just like a beaver that ain’t liftin tail
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| Shit was not given I built it myself
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| Got off my ass every time that I fell
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| Damn it you cant say I ain’t livin well
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| I am the cracker that never went stale
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| You a drop in the bucket but I built the well
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| Swallow you minnows like I am the whale
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| I disappear still get checks in the mail
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| Countdown
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| Let’s go blast off
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| Pilot my ship
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| I am NASA
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| Countdown
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| Let’s go blast off
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| Night sky light burn bright like magma
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| Countdown
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| Let’s go blast off
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| I ride my bike with no hassle
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| C-Hubb, heathen, rascal
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| I fly by y’all take them hats off
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| When that Denali is rollin its gonna break necks
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| Don’t give me your fuckin numbers give me a pay check
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| These mother fuckers vanilla yogurt a plain mess
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| I bought a bike and a truck and I’ll get a plane next
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| To fly to my destination
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| Cuz if I’m stayin
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| My mark is being made
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| And I’m on every one of your playlists
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| Got too much drip like I’m bathing
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| I’m baby billy behaving
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| I missed the mis in my statement
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| I’m headed out in my spaceship
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| Taking a chance and expanding man’s horizons
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| The future doesn’t belong to the faint hearted
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| We’ve grown use to the idea of space
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| And perhaps we forget that we’ve only just begun
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| We’re still pioneers
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| I framed the walls got her in the dry
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| Finish trimmin filled the rooms, I’ve
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| Built so many bridges with my business
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| I might finish 20 more by July
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| This ain’t some shit you can do overnight
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| Me the other Wright brother took flight
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| Headed to space on a clear summer night
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| I caught a Buzz but the year wasn’t light
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| Speaking of buzz
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| Call me Aldrin
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| My engine ain’t stallin
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| I’m ballin the best I can be
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| Buzz like the chainsaw
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| I’m running
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| I’ll get to the honey
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| If I gotta cut down the tree
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| Started a genre no one put us on
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| We just strapped in for launch and the sequence began
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| Same story goes for a bunch of these boes
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| We just do what we do never needed a plan
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| Countdown
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| Let’s go blast off
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| Pilot my ship
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| I am NASA
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| Countdown
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| Let’s go blast off
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| Night sky light burn bright like magma
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| Countdown
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| Let’s go blast off
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| I ride my bike with no hassle
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| C-Hubb, heathen, rascal
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| I fly by y’all take them hats off
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| Hop in my rocket
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| I pop a squat in the cockpit
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| I’ll get to mercury in a hurry
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| Inertia cant stop it
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| Or maybe Jupiter
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| Pluto
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| Hell even further
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| I got this
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| And when I get back to earth
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| I can tell em all I’ve accomplished
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| You can believe it or not but it doesn’t matter
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| I’m awesome
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| And I ain’t worried about em
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| Cuz they ain’t Desi or Blossom
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| I’m killin shit with no problem
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| I got em scowlin and scoffin
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| Still got them nails in my pocket
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| For when they building my coffin
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| I know it’s hard to understand
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| But sometimes painful things like this happen
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| It’s all apart of the process of exploration and discovery
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| It’s all apart of taking a chance
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| And expanding man’s horizons
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| Countdown
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| Let’s go blast off
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| Pilot my ship
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| I am NASA
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| Countdown
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| Let’s go blast off
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| Night sky light burn bright like magma
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| Countdown
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| Let’s go blast off
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| I ride my bike with no hassle
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| C-Hubb, heathen, rascal
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| I fly by y’all take them hats off
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| Countdown
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| Let’s go blast off
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| Pilot my ship
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| I am NASA
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| Countdown
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| Let’s go blast off
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| Night sky light burn bright like magma
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| Countdown
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| Let’s go blast off
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| I ride my bike with no hassle
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| C-Hubb, heathen, rascal
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| I fly by y’all take them hats off
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| Nothing ends here
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| Our hopes and our journey’s continue |