Fun in space
• Written by Potatoes
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, bob, it's time.
It's time, bob (aight, bob, begin).
Straight out the big dungeons of rap.
The star drops deep as does my sun.
I never sleep, 'cause to sleep is the aunt of fun.
Beyond the walls of dogs, life is defined.
I think of funny when I'm in a space state of mind.
Hope the ton got some run.
My fun don't like no dirty gun.
Run up to the one and get the pun.
In a space state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The yellow star?
You complain about napkins.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the r.
I'm rappin' to the cheese,
And I'm gonna move your disease.
Red, small, cute, like a moon
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a swoon.
I can't take the napkins, can't take the alien.
I woulda tried to sprint I guess I got no kalian.
I'm rappin' to the disease,
And I'm gonna move your cheese.
Yea, yaz, in a space state of mind.
When I was young my aunt had a far.
I waz kicked out without no car.
I never thought I'd see that bar.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my aunt's spar.
An angry dirt is quite the alert.
Thinking of funny. Yaz, thinking of funny
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Potatoes
Member since January 5 2024