bang bang bang.

Im stuck in this star dust filled cookie jar of stars

lurkin in the shadows so fuckin far from civilization

there is no temptation just lots of space an a lost young man

space is part of me damn guess you can call me a company man

whats my next move.

thinkin.

 

bang bang bang.

 

kickin. it back with this mathafakin chill rap

sippin capri sone so you know he got it going on

 

bang bang bang.

 

pacey mathafaka with the trigger finger

miss hit let the bullet linger figure that you mawfuckin made it

hes fuckin underated.

don’t debate it belated

awaited by the people lurkin in the image he’s created

feelin fuckin faded inner hatred cause he is like basic

base it of a nigga that creative sole purpose

that this a fuckin statement. the placement. stuck in the spaceship

to my amazement he’s innit to win it then the mathafaka finish third place.

 

i aint got no bottles left I’m lying down tilted like a treble clef

aint got no fuel. i guess ill end it.

 

bang bang bang.