Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Aliens in Suits, artist - Strange U. Date of issue: 23.11.2014
Song language: English
Aliens in Suits |
| Money in the bank |
| Aliens in suits own the money in your bank |
| As they phone home to the mothership |
| Five bar coverage, I received the call like «fuck a bitch,» |
| I boast, barely under clothes |
| The brain got sweet, putting jelly up the nose |
| I was absent, on the UFO sipping absinthe |
| Orion slave girl lust stricken on the mattress |
| (Oh my God!) This is so pathetic |
| Had to tell green-skin «Listen y’all, forget it!» |
| Resuming the original, planet dropping basslines |
| Hit the red button, trying to get me on the FaceTime |
| See a brother get strong/strung |
| In a secret location, dropping n-bombs |
| I’m not in the club, I am on Nibiru |
| Looking at the sky, like «Planet Earth, I see you!» |
| Well dressed aliens swimming in your money |
| Keep — keep bouncing… |
| Yo, money in your pockets |
| Aliens in suits own the money in your pockets |
| Shake a tail feather to this, but remember |
| Your head is on a stick January to December |
| (Remember, remember) |
| I’m a king, where’s my crown at? |
| My super-large Ego is the ocean I’ll drown at |
| Until then, kneel before God |
| Pledge allegiance, kneel before Zod (Now!) |
| Look up in the sky, it’s a bird, it’s a Xenomorph |
| Are you entertained? |
| Observe while I teleport! |
| Get the door when opportunity knocks |
| Haters gonna hate, tell 'em shoot me in the crotch |
| I don’t give a fuck, here’s a black dick to suck |
| I was somewhere else chilling putting drinks in a cup |
| Being awesome, but it weren’t me up in the foursome |
| Applaud him! |
| Well dressed aliens swimming in your money |
| Keep — keep bouncing… |
| Yo, money on your mind |
| Aliens in suits putting money on your mind |
| Wish you had money in your hand, not your mind |
| Feel the heat, only thing that’s getting tanned is your hide |
| Oh my goodness, what the hell is happening? |
| Planets in alignment, telling him to rap again |
| Grab the pen, write me a universe |
| Rapid fire like shots from an Uzi burst |
| Choose me first, I bring the chastising |
| You seem gassed, maybe a gas giant? |
| Saturn and Jupiter, Neptune, Uranus |
| Surf slang troubadour, back off, hiatus |
| He took a break beat before he fell off |
| But he returned like «give us some money,» Bob Geldof! |
| Imbecile, still fathoming the bass |
| Couldn’t feel the funk if it slapped them in the face! |
| Well dressed aliens swimming in your money |
| Keep — keep bouncing… |