Lyrics Summertime Skeetin - Strange U

Summertime Skeetin

Intergalactic starship travellin through space
Ultra ???
plastic hiding your face
Yo, Strange Universe smashing 'em
Coming to the party with your brains out the packaging
Party on, hand me the Evian
Space funk heavy like stampeding elephants
It’s gonna getcha
Laying on the stretcher
Observe level four super saiyan on the lever
Gonna pull the power up to the max
Had the patience of a Buddhist, now I’m up for the smash!
With the bang-bang boogie
Orangutan wookiee on the road
Trying to get the campervan nookie
Holy Moses!
They creep in all seizures
Aiming for the face like «peeing off, Skeeting!
High fashion, summertime sheepskin
Black and red agbada, beasting
While the beast stays slaughtering the spine
I’m in the lab turning water into wine
Intergalactic starship travellin through space
Ultra ???
plastic hiding your face
Yo, yo, don’t own a Benz
Never had a Bentley, had a BMX once, guess I never had the envy
As a kid, total day-dreamer
Dreaming of the day I’ll become a gate-keeper
A paid late sleeper, living the dream
With a bait fake beeper and a thinking machine
Living in a fortress, Victor Von Doomin' it
Thinking to myself «What the hell I’m gonna do with it?»
Wayne’s world, party time, excellent!
Champagne and mescaline, getting it in, let’s begin!
Never again.
I woke on a moonbase
Looking like Harvery Dent, my nigga, Two-Face
Trying to recollect the previous night’s antics
High as a heli-jet and some premium priced Catnip
That’s it.
Ready for the detox
One, two, three… Smash!
Intergalactic starship travellin through space
Ultra ???
plastic hiding your face
Hey yo, Z is chillin', Twin is chillin'
What more can I say?
We’re in the building
The brave, the foul ghouls mad leader
Getting waved up in Chalmun’s cantina
The bambina, arse hammer if you seen 'er
I seen a lot a guys lose manners tryna meet her
The unattainable temptress, the red dress drama!
The Devil wears Prada
You get nada, so keep dreaming
She puts a new severed head in the fridge each evening, — for real —
I know the game so I’m keeping my skull
Staying vigilant cause she might be a Skrull
Moving on, bigger fish to fry up
Back to terminate the main liquorice supplier
Billy Joel didn’t start the fire
But look into the eyes of the last survivor, ah!
But you don’t hear me, though
You wanna hear the funk, then here we go…
To all competition it’s «Cheeri-o!»
But you don’t hear me, though
Intergalactic starship travellin through space
Ultra ???
plastic hiding your face
Yeah, so, I’m on Mars right about now
With my homeboy, Marvin, you know what I mean?
'bout to paint the town red