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Down Comes the Spaceman
Supa Bwe
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I grew up like a regular cat
Some nigga hit me on consignment
Shit, yo, I settle with that
To my block, got it off the top
Meddle with that
Yo, if a nigga ever fronted, I'ma wet 'em with the
I grew up out west, Lockwood, Chicago Ave
They used to beat my ass till I started fightin' back
Moved to OP, I was OC, Mowgli
Grew up with gorillas and some snakes, niggas phonies
Bad-ass nigga, throwin' trash yellin', "Kobe!"
If you go Curry, I'ma go Ginรณbili
Tear drops flow over me, hope my ex get over me
I witnessed the older me die in that death match
Why are we drones so alive in this gridlock?
Bad bitch wedlock, used to make her bed rock
Rock bottom, can't get up like a headshot
Head strong, but dead wrong like a landlocked dreadnaught
Dread not shorty, uh
Why play bad cop?
It's too many bad cops, it's too many damn opps
Fufu niggas, stand down, don't make JuJu stand up
Do you like some dandruff
Dust you with these hands, bruh
Shawty bad as fuck, what?
I think she a dancer
I think she a cancer
But I'ma moon lander
Move like a caveman
Down comes the spaceman
Make way, make space, man
Down comes the spaceman
Make way, make space, man
Down comes the spaceman
Make way, make space, man
Down comes the spaceman
Make way, make space, man
Down comes the spaceman
I'm so spaced, ain't ya
Aye, I grew up Austin Ave
Where they used to beat my ass, yeah
Started fightin' back, but I still got my ass whooped
Blood on the curb where I learned to use my words
And now the whole block tote Glocks like the purge
I knew I ain't belong, so I started writin' songs
I was looking for a home like Kanye on Cottage Grove
I was lowkey, undercover like I caught a cold
Still moping, sad as fuck, in search of pot of gold
That pot turned to dollars, then dollars turned into "Adios!"
Before the flight, talk to grandma, she know where I be goin'
To the moon and then back, and I haven't packed all my bags
But I plan to land and then put my foot down and then put the flag in
Beauty around like a pageant since I found what I was passionate 'bout
Family adament 'bout my cap and a gown
I can imagine it now, how happy they sound
If I were to get a Masters or at least a Bachelor out, down
Ain't no fun for me to fake, 'cause this is fact
Ain't no frontin' me, so where you get it bad?
Ain't no function where we safe from gettin' clapped
Bury me in 808's and Heart
Hats down comes the spaceman, shorty, I'm back
Ain't no, aye, ain't no, aye
Ain't no fun for me to fake, 'cause this is fact
Ain't no frontin' me, so where you get it bad?
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