Lyrics

Somewhere beyond space
Well below the sea
Yeah yeah yeah yeah ay
Wise on the motherfucking raps
You best protect your neck, ay
Tell her that I go to space in the AMs
She say I better fuck her face in the PMs
Mad at me because I left it in the DMs
Love to hate me, little do they know I'm glad to meet them
Tell her that I go to space in the AMs
She say I better fuck her face in the PMs
Mad at me because I left it in the DMs
Love to hate me little do they, ay
No time and no need, so let's go
I need to take you to hell slow
Go crazy, I'ma stay mellow
Go girl, you shake like that Jello
Tell me "Come clean" and I'll be like "Hell no"
Ask around, you can't tickle me Elmo
Ask around, have you stuck like that Velcro
Ask around that way, they'll say that Wise a good fellow
Lay low on the cell phone, it's well know
You can sell your soul, take a hit of this and let yourself roll
Stop go chop mmm African my thoughts flow, rapping off the pot smoke
Gabbing got to talk slow, gas will get your lawn mowed
Snakes showing no hate flowing, that Pulp Fiction
Got to leave your brains blown, with a backseat listen
Can't describe that feeling, I can't describe that ay
Tell her that I go to space in the AMs
She say I better fuck her face in the PMs
Mad at me because I left it in the DMs
Love to hate me, little do they know I'm glad to meet them
Tell her that I go to space in the AMs
She say I better fuck her face in the PMs
Mad at me because I left it in the DMs
Love to hate me little do they know I'm glad to meet them
She keep on sniffing Sheila, at me I stick to Chiba
Resting bitch yeah Mona Lisa
Caught up in between a lot of dealers, lot of people got to keep 'em all at peace
But I keep falling asleep, I'm all in my dreams
Waking up to shits creek, no paddle balls deep
In a battle, small fleet and I can't let 'em ride for me
You see, my pops had told me
It ain't worth dying on this hill for, they'll just chop other trees
It's hard to be at ease when they chopped off our feet
Now I got the GTA cheats, bust off with a jetpack
Might have had some minor setbacks
Still rep that set so fat
Fuck I'm trying to sketch cats?
With a lame ass neck tat, grab a pen and etch that
Pull off in a hellcat, look this fly off selling raps
Bust the block down like a Harry Potter sequel
Looking at me alien, well I'm just trying to study people
Tell her that I go to space in the AMs
Say I better fuck her face in the PMs
Mad at me because I left it in the DMs
Love to hate me, little do they know I'm glad to meet them
Tell her that I go to space in the AMs
Say I better fuck her face in the PMs
Mad at me because I left it in the DMs
Love to hate me, little do they know I'm glad to really meet you
Ay wave your hands clap them, do what you got to
It's Fuji on the beat bitch, Wise on the raps
It's hype
Nice
Written by: Bouten Morgan Edward Cavew, Nic Mravunac
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