Lyrics Aliens in Suits - Strange U

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…