| There comes a time when you realize
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| Been worried about a lot of things that don’t matter
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| I gotta do me! |
| I gotta do me! |
| Yeah, I gotta do me!
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| I was watchin' television when it hit me
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| Made me think about how little bitty Danny really is
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| Now I can put a heap 'a jewelry on my neck and trick a bitch
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| And make her think I’m mega-rich
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| And play the part of ballerific like I never dug a ditch
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| Paint a picture of myself to look as if I had it all together
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| Never shook, and when she took a sip of the kool-aid that a fool made
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| There’d be a liar liar pants on fire, and it’d be too late
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| The damage it’d done be done
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| Forgive me for my sin God, I know I’ve been a nimrod
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| Been trying to be what I’m not, put my worth in a big wad
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| I cashin pushin big body, Benz’s flashy ferrari’s
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| I’m just so so sorry. |
| I guess I just forgot
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| I’m sitting on a ball in outer space, riding round the universe at the speed of
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| sight
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| I sure got a big front yard
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| Watch what I’m about to find
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| Watch what I’m about to find
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| Watch what I’m about to find
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| When the runway’s clear, I’m leaving this atmosphere
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| Just to see what’s poppin' beyond the ozone yeah
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| And I’mma orbit this bitch and search for what I believe
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| How fucking big could the universe really be?
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| And if it’s light years in diameter, then everyone’s an amateur
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| Cause you can’t break, bend, or either understand what it takes
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| To keep the shit in tact. |
| And if it fell in, could you build the shit back?
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| And if you met a alien, what the fuck would you say?
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| Lock him up for experiments or let him be on his way?
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| If he could cure cancer or have a sex tape
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| He’d be equally as famous and he can wear a cape
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| And we can make some toys, and all of the kids could play
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| And we could tell 'em stories about back in the day
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| When there was no iPhones, and no Lil Waynes
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| No long-term treatment, no problems with Cocaine
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| Where everything was lovely, gas was affordable
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| Ass wasn’t easy, but you could hit it raw with no thought of a lawyer
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| Everything was fun-like, dipping 60 thousand miles an hour 'round the sun
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| I’m sitting on a ball in outer space, riding round the universe at the speed of
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| sight
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| I sure got a big front yard
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| Watch what I’m about to find
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| Watch what I’m about to find
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| Watch what I’m about to find
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| And all my people that have passed away before me up in heaven
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| Whichever direction that may be in
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| I know they seein past the sputnicks and whatnot
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| The satellites and gases down through the clouds just
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| «Look at his little ass making Galileo hallelujah»
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| Spittin was comin to me, gettin was comin to me
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| They say I’m outta my mind
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| But them same folks couldn’t think outside the box if they were buried alive
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| What’s up my organism? |
| Thanks for the mortal wisdom, appreciate it
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| But I’mma try to kiss the sky like a jimmy before me did it and fly wit it
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| What is left right? |
| What is up and down? |
| This is a close encounter
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| No I’m not dosed down
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| I’m in a planetary, bumpin' through your solar system on a mission
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| Known to spit some. |
| What the fuck ya talkin bout?
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| Spread the good news Gary, I’m great space coastin'
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| «Houston, we have powered down the main thrusters, and we are floating… over»
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| I’m sitting on a ball in outer space, riding round the universe at the speed of
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| sight
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| I sure got a big front yard
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| Watch what I’m about to find
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| Watch what I’m about to find
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| Watch what I’m about to find
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| Look Mama, no hands! |
| Standin' on the 3rd rock
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| From the sun an' surfing round the universe
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| Can you dig it?
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| Look Mama, no hands! |
| Standin' on the 3rd rock
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| From the sun an' surfing round the universe
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| Can you dig it? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Outer Space , by - Rehab. Song from the album Million Dollar Mug Shot, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп