Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Space, artist - Russ. Album song Apollo 13, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.01.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Russ My Way
Song language: English
Space |
| I’ts that west coast, best mode |
| Ride around and play shit |
| Dancing on the moon |
| As soon as I walk out my space ship |
| I make this |
| Music for myself |
| So fuck the fakeness |
| Either you gon' feel it |
| Cause you’re real or you’re gon' hate this |
| And my statement is my movement |
| I take it while you lose it |
| Facilitated dreams inbetween … |
| And the shepard |
| Converted she put every single record |
| And my good is always better than your best |
| So fuck your efforts |
| I’m a young gun |
| Gunnin' for your spot motherfucker |
| I’m the unsung, drumming at the top motherfucker |
| 'til I die still I rise above the evils |
| Out in California steady lighting up the cheesel |
| Reme… and chains on the veins in the people |
| Tryna end the pain in a world of needles |
| Temptation runs deep when the truth acts feedle |
| And these beats my candles and my mind is the easle motherfucker |
| This can’t be real this feeling that I feel, yeah |
| But don’t you want it? |
| don’t you wanna have it? |
| Hanging in your face now you finally got to grab it |
| But I’m just me so how did I get this far? |
| yeah |
| But don’t I want it? |
| don’t I wanna have it? |
| Hanging in my face now I finally got to grab it |
| Flight light, brights lights on the runway |
| Rap dream, cash feen |
| Life on the one way |
| I sneak around with the devil every sunday |
| Rassle in these sheets as my beats freed the fodge way |
| We let the sun raise |
| Energize the power |
| Pass a couple blunts then we fuck inside the shower |
| 'til it’s time to go |
| I let my mind at home |
| I swear the world is always dressed up in designer clothes |
| But I’ma be a billionaire |
| Yeah you can quote that |
| I’m about to blow off my lines call it coke-rap |
| I make the best beats, but everybody knows that |
| And I find my way without directions overrode nut |
| So tell me where hoes at |
| I feel like acting reckless |
| I’ve been addicted … in breakfast |
| We floatin' in that deep blues |
| See if something precious |
| And she’s trying on her necklace made of diamonds and resentment |
| God damn… |
| This can’t be real this feeling that I feel, yeah |
| But don’t you want it? |
| don’t you wanna have it? |
| Hanging in your face now you finally got to grab it |
| But I’m just me so how did I get this far? |
| yeah |
| But don’t I want it? |
| don’t I wanna have it? |
| Hanging in my face now I finally got to grab it |
| Yeah, ok my name stayed the same |
| But these girls camera frame |
| From changing the way they call it |
| I’ma walk it like I talk it |
| 'til the show is over |
| I’m a fucking alcoholic |
| 'til the show is over |
| And then I’m leavin' in a bucket |
| But I push it like a benz |
| Cause I’m breathing so let’s fuck it |
| 'til I get some mo inns |
| I’ma make a couple hits |
| Then I hit the dealership |
| Black car, yellow seats |
| Ridin' like I steal a bitch |
| I feel the itch to renovate my life |
| Seperate the past with the glass full of life |
| I might be living wrong |
| But it feels so right |
| I’m a ticking time bomb |
| And I’m blowing up tonight |
| Cause trust me, I’ve been patient |
| 6 years in the making |
| Beats everyday since 9th grade in the basement |
| Got me jaded to my own shit |
| So I’m just faded tryin' to own shit |
| Groupies needed two of me |
| But I don’t have a clone, bitch |
| This can’t be real this feeling that I feel, yeah |
| But don’t you want it? |
| don’t you wanna have it? |
| Hanging in your face now you finally got to grab it |
| But I’m just me so how did I get this far? |
| yeah |
| But don’t I want it? |
| don’t I wanna have it? |
| Hanging in my face now I finally got to grab it |