[Intro: BB Sun]
Thraxxhouse nigga
I'm interstellar trapping nigga
I'm hitting critical juggs in like, the 4th dimension nigga
It's like getting [?]
There's no service in the 4th dimension nigga
Thraxxhouse, Sun
Stop tryna call me nigga
I can't hit the jugg bro, I'm in space bro
There's no radio towers in space nigga, I really can't reply nigga, stop
Stop texting me bro
You're a fan
I'm not finna reply, I'm in space
I'm not hearing anything you're saying bro, I'm in space bro

[Verse 1: FACES]
I pray that I part ways from some of these habits, hope some of them stick (Uh huh)
I promise I don't want the fame, no plans to run the game, bruh those tricks are for kids (Nah)
You rabbit, you piggy, who nigga? We savages, ravage the [?] (Yeah, yeah)
And salvage what you worth, nothing
But that's only kids that be stunting
Fronting knowing that they bluffing (On some bullshit)
Well let me switch the diction
Alien drugs for the kids [?] (Okay)
Frame on the rug if you diss the piss [?]
[?] without a grave (Without a grave)
Empty your life so I'm proud to say (Proud to say)
Bought a pound and I blew a whole cloud today (Cloud today)
[?] cloud of hay (Cloud of hay)
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