Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Space, artist - Tonedeff. Album song Hyphen, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 25.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: QN5
Song language: English
Space |
| There is space all around us |
| Space that occupies the length of the sky from the ground up |
| It abounds and astounds us |
| Space that we just can’t wait to eliminate when we’ve found lust |
| And the very thing we pray for when our mates are starting to hound us |
| The sound of space silent, and breaking the speed of sound is violent |
| But it’s necessary to crack the atmosphere to find it |
| There’s Space between cars when you’ve sped in the streets that should never |
| Be breached or you’re dead and deceased |
| There’s even space between Letterman’s teeth |
| You’d better increase the space between us |
| Cause personal space invaders get their gender planets switched from Mars to |
| Venus |
| Banished into uncharted regions, sandwiched between millenniums |
| Challengers get brandished as wasted space like their perineum’s |
| Space is at a premium, so guard your place |
| It’s hard to take a harsher fate, than cats jacking your parking space |
| Your car’s displaced, and I fit in where I can, and if you’re a guy |
| Your petitioning women to fill up the space between their thighs |
| And I’ve realized that space is what makes safer sex |
| Relying on rubbers that won’t break or stretch, to place your bets |
| I raise the question and most heads will take a guess |
| Why? |
| Cause most cats ain’t smart enough to be Astronauts |
| But make amazing Space Cadets |
| I’m acing tests, cause I’m known perform with grace |
| Scorching 'em over breaks — my mind serves as my lyrical storage space |
| I’ve scorched the bass drum, and I’ve spared snares when the board’s recording |
| My big bang theory states that space got more suns than George Foreman |
| I’m tormenting rappers that are 2 faced cheaters |
| Claiming their block is hot |
| But only with the power set to max on their space heaters |
| The waste they feed us is alarming |
| Their CDs are overpriced like living space in lower Manhattan apartments |
| There’s space in a coffin, for your remains to be rotten |
| Space that is made of stars, and space that’s contained in a carton |
| Space in this game for those willing to suffer pain |
| Space for a new thought to stuff in your brain |
| But there’s no space in my FUCKING name |