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finally, i got to make a space kid song! - richie branson lyrics

[verse 1]

four, three, two, one. (one.)
i lack s-x appeal
couldn’t get a label deal
but that’s fine ’cause i rather have sp-ce appeal
clockin’ in
on my rocket ship
tryin’ to pay the bills
plus, my arm strong
one hit will make him take a neil
(heh)
keep my face encased in the gl-ssy sphere
just in case i have to race out the atmosphere
got a saturn 5 strapped to my caviler
f-ck rap, i’d rather be a outer sp-ce racketeer
(pssh)
houston, i think we have a problem
i’m talkin’ sp-ce aliens spotted in my quadrant
mobbin’ with the squadron, and we hotter than the cauldron
and we won’t stop ’til we buzzin’ like aldrin. used to make bottle rockets with the soda pop
now they call me “solar flare” ’cause the flow is hot
eyes lookin’ like mars ’cause i smoke a lot
selfies on the moon, but the haters think it’s photoshop

[hook]

three. two. one
it’s a blast off every time i hit the blunt
fly like an astronaut
gotta get the funds
never take the mask off when i’m on the run

countin’ down
three. two. one
it’s a blast off every time i hit the blunt
fly like an astronaut
gotta get the funds
never take the mask off when i’m on the run

[verse 2]

i don’t f-ck with sp-ce food
i’d rather have a burger
tell them leave the patty bl–dy
like a manson murder
rap and learn to spit fire
like an afterburner
faster than the hand
ike uses when he slappin’ turner
new challenger
flying through the galaxy
now i’m light years ahead
of everyone who doubted me
remember when
i couldn’t even catch a salary
now i’m countin’ money
like the models count calories
just an average joe
blessed with the god flow
hit the blunt
now i’m moving through the cosmos
sp-ceship double law
like the car
but i’m always getting stopped
by the cops checking cargo
tell them “look,”
“i don’t want no drama when i fly”
“i’m just p-ssing by”
“with my rocket in the sky “i need sp-ce kid
back off me, let me fly”
then continue getting high
off my oxygen supply
[hook]
three. two. one
it’s a blast off every time i hit the blunt
fly like an astronaut
gotta get the funds
never take the mask off when i’m on the run
countin’ down
three. two. one
it’s a blast off every time i hit the blunt
fly like an astronaut
gotta get the funds
never take the mask off when i’m on the run

- richie branson lyrics

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