| I lack sex appeal
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| Couldn’t get a label deal
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| But that’s fine 'cause I rather have space appeal
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| Clockin' in
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| On my rocket ship
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| Tryin' to pay the bills
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| Plus, my arm strong
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| One hit will make him take a Neil
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| (Heh)
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| Keep my face encased in the glassy sphere
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| Just in case I have to race out the atmosphere
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| Got a Saturn 5 strapped to my caviler
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| Fuck rap, I’d rather be a outer space racketeer
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| (Pssh)
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| Houston, I think we have a problem
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| I’m talkin' space aliens spotted in my quadrant
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| Mobbin' with the squadron, and we hotter than the cauldron
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| And we won’t stop 'til we buzzin' like Aldrin. |
| Used to make bottle rockets with
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| the soda pop
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| Now they call me «solar flare» 'cause the flow is hot
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| Eyes lookin' like Mars 'cause I smoke a lot
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| Selfies on the moon, but the haters think it’s Photoshop
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| Three. |
| Two. |
| One
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| It’s a blast off every time I hit the blunt
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| Fly like an astronaut
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| Gotta get the funds
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| Never take the mask off when I’m on the run
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| Countin' down
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| Three. |
| Two. |
| One
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| It’s a blast off every time I hit the blunt
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| Fly like an astronaut
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| Gotta get the funds
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| Never take the mask off when I’m on the run
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| I don’t fuck with space food
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| I’d rather have a burger
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| Tell them leave the patty bloody
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| Like a Manson murder
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| Rap and learn to spit fire
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| Like an afterburner
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| Faster than the hand
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| Ike uses when he slappin' Turner
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| New Challenger
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| Flying through the galaxy
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| Now I’m light years ahead
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| Of everyone who doubted me
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| Remember when
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| I couldn’t even catch a salary
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| Now I’m countin' money
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| Like the models count calories
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| Just an average joe
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| Blessed with the god flow
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| Hit the blunt
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| Now I’m moving through the cosmos
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| Spaceship double law
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| Like the car
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| But I’m always getting stopped
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| By the cops checking cargo
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| Tell them «look,»
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| «I don’t want no drama when I fly»
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| «I'm just passing by»
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| «With my rocket in the sky «I need Space Kid
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| Back off me, let me fly»
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| Then continue getting high
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| Off my oxygen supply
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| Three. |
| Two. |
| One
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| It’s a blast off every time I hit the blunt
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| Fly like an astronaut
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| Gotta get the funds
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| Never take the mask off when I’m on the run
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| Countin' down
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| Three. |
| Two. |
| One
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| It’s a blast off every time I hit the blunt
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| Fly like an astronaut
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| Gotta get the funds
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| Never take the mask off when I’m on the run |