Suede...
Bout time we head..back to the stars
[Verse 1]
Send clouds to the celest' I'm on the best tree
Off my balcony, in late and I'm countin' cheese
Mitch lifestyle, mom's pissed I'm livin' foul
Spendin too much time in the stars, Jetson you need to come down
Never to return to Earth's preposterous guidelines I wasn't rockin' with from the jump
Like trampo' I lean
Hover craft, mentality Rambo, these suckas won't take me, don't give a damn yo
Dr. Spock serve me with the hotness on the slick tip
We split the dopest waves just to enlighten all the dimwits
Spittin galactic glass cribs but mad vintage
My wardrobe's a Benz E 320
Who kicks the rap scenes for fast green, money
Laughs when nothing seems funny
Traveling to the end of the universe on Silver Surfer's board
Told him I got him tomorrow with some weed, dummy
Back the next week with freaks and sneaks, he didn't trip on me
The flow's wine come sip on me
Deep red, rappin' one of my chicks to the sheets
Ya bed's looking large enough for you and me
Let's make it fast ain't got forever, no Keith Sweat
And me being high she fell through with the steep head
True story, teleported back to the north sector
For more fog
Drop this knowledge without flaw
Traveling cross the final frontier, geared with these star scriptures
Bout time we head..back to the stars
[Verse 1]
Send clouds to the celest' I'm on the best tree
Off my balcony, in late and I'm countin' cheese
Mitch lifestyle, mom's pissed I'm livin' foul
Spendin too much time in the stars, Jetson you need to come down
Never to return to Earth's preposterous guidelines I wasn't rockin' with from the jump
Like trampo' I lean
Hover craft, mentality Rambo, these suckas won't take me, don't give a damn yo
Dr. Spock serve me with the hotness on the slick tip
We split the dopest waves just to enlighten all the dimwits
Spittin galactic glass cribs but mad vintage
My wardrobe's a Benz E 320
Who kicks the rap scenes for fast green, money
Laughs when nothing seems funny
Traveling to the end of the universe on Silver Surfer's board
Told him I got him tomorrow with some weed, dummy
Back the next week with freaks and sneaks, he didn't trip on me
The flow's wine come sip on me
Deep red, rappin' one of my chicks to the sheets
Ya bed's looking large enough for you and me
Let's make it fast ain't got forever, no Keith Sweat
And me being high she fell through with the steep head
True story, teleported back to the north sector
For more fog
Drop this knowledge without flaw
Traveling cross the final frontier, geared with these star scriptures
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