| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Uh
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| The ground risin' (Uh), the sun fallin'
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| My day is cool (Cool), my night’s yawnin'
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| Uh, ain’t nothing else to do but—
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| Move at the speed of light! |
| Aye! |
| I’m takin' flight (Uh)
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| Yeah, NASA left behind (Huh)
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| I’m so beyond, somewhere with Megatron
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| I’m super gone, you can’t relate to him
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| And, um, let me free my mind (Ooh)
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| Uh, I see it all (All)
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| The galaxy, she want my all (All)
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| Uh, feel like it’s child’s play (Aye)
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| Now through a Milky Way (Aye), fulfill my destiny
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| As I cooperate (-rate) my record plays (Plays)
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| My record spins, nigga; |
| whirlwind
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| Yeah, I see it all;
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| Become a star—tryna shine through the fall
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| Ah
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| See you in the mornin'
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| Take off, nigga, I’m time zonin'—tell 'em I’m sky high
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| Going, going, goin'
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| Up there, nigga, I’m time zonin'—tell 'em I’m sky high
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| I’m sky high
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| Nigga, I’m sky high
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| See you in the mornin'
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| Going, going, goin'
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| The ground risin' (Yeah), the moon fallin'
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| My night’s cool (Cool), my day’s yawnin'
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| Uh, ain’t nothing else to do but—
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| Move at the speed of light (Aye!)
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| We travel like a comet, supersonic, just watch out for God, accelerate
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| Movin' at the speed of light ain’t no thoughts of me usin' brakes (Uh)
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| Inhalin' gravity, excel the Hubble
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| Check my levels, check my levels, turn me up, turn me up
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| What the fuck? |
| (Ooh) Got your bitch, she on my nuts, on my nuts (Huh)
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| All because a nigga cool, man, I swear she act a fool
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| Man, you know I keep it real (Real)—man, for reals (Reals)
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| Man, you know I’m super ills (Ills), went to Pluto gave it chills
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| Man, I swear, need no appeals (-peal), risin' from my heels
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| With no ceiling' or a ground, prolly never comin' down
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| Yeah, I see it all (All);
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| Become a star (Star)—tryna shine through the fall (Fall)
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| Ah
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| See you in the mornin'
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| Take off, nigga, I’m time zonin'—tell 'em I’m sky high
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| Going, going, goin'
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| Up there, nigga, I’m time zonin'—tell 'em I’m sky high
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| I’m sky high
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| Nigga, I’m sky high
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| See you in the mornin'
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| Going, going, goin'
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| My turbo boostin', my jetpack cruisin'
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| Get jet lag when I come back to these fuckin' humans
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| I could put planet Earth in a canister
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| Then continue my crater search, with Captain Kirk
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| Look at my verse, you seein' signs?
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| You hearin' signals deciphered from District 9
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| No fuckin' rapper-cypher when meteors flyin'
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| The meters are flyin' but I’m way faster
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| Run away bet I catch ya, fire like striking matches
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| I’m higher with martians laughin' in spaceships as stars is crashin'
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| Hover above the masses, a massive attack we’re mixin'
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| Kendrick Lamar with magic, pull rabbits from hats—
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| Niggas—wanna hop on track—bitches—wanna hop on dick—
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| «Damn! |
| Is that a fuckin' blimp?! |
| No, O-M-G, that’s him!»
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| A shootin' star hangin' over a new eclipse
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| Hangin' over a big dip, when my music flip, nigga, I’m sky high
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| Shit
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| See you in the mornin'
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| Take off, nigga, I’m time zonin'—tell 'em I’m sky high
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| Going, going, goin'
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| Up there, nigga, I’m time zonin'—tell 'em I’m sky high
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| I’m sky high
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| Nigga, I’m sky high
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| See you in the mornin'
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| Going, going, goin' |