Astronauts Lyrics

Why do I?

Why Do I?

Why do I?

Why do I feel how I feel?

Why do I do what I do?

I'm all alone I'm tripping talking to the moon

I'm all alone I'm tripping talking to the moon

Why do I feel how I feel?

Why do I do what I do?

I'm all alone I'm tripping talking to the moon

I'm all alone I'm tripping talking to the moon

I'm alone I'm tripping talking to the moon

I cannot feel myself

Way too many drugs up in my body

Elvis Presley, Ricky bobby, this bad for my health

Keep telling me she don't want no one else

Keep sending these packs like hit my Zelle

This vacuum seal I got going to cure the smell

Hitting the road and I'm hitting a hundred

Every bitch that I fuck with keep it hundred

Im pouring this juice up gotta stay blunted

Ohh, you know how i'm coming

Like fuck that bitch, I don't need that bitch

I'll fuck that bitch then delete that bitch

Bitch I be on my shit and you ain't about shit

I'm outside getting money with the clique

Going broke that's against my religion

Off-white stepping I'm fly as a pigeon

Can't fuck with them, them boys pretending

Can't fuck with them, them boys be tripping

Hang with the hoodlums I'm chasing these millions

Sparking it up and its smoke to the ceiling

Don't give a fuck how these niggas be feeling

Ohh

Why do I feel how I feel?

Why do I do what i do?

I'm all alone I'm tripping talking to the moon

I'm all alone I'm tripping talking to the moon

Why do I feel how I feel?

Why do I do what I do?

I'm all alone I'm tripping talking to the moon

I'm all alone I'm tripping talking to the moon

Hitting these plays about to go hit another one

Too many bitches, but I need another one

Too many dollars to count gotta sum it up

They don't know nothing about that they don't get enough

Mud in the soda, yea this is a dirty cup

Smell the aroma, we lighting the cookies up

After we fuck gotta go I don't cuddle up

Whips back to back when we pulling up

They know how we play this shit

She fucking with us then you might never see her again

Don't know who you playing with, we was outside with the shooters we wasn't shooting in the gym

I'm getting these presidents nigga, communicating with the Banker bout getting a M

Can't fuck with no basic bitch, shorty be running it up & she gotta be Top Ten

Battling my sins

Like all of this shit that I'm dealing with got me tripping like if we do not see them we spinning again

Keeping it player like if she ain't fucking with me I'm a fuck around fuck her twin

Bending these corners and bending these blocks like fuck them cops I'm a pop my shit

Why do I feel how I feel ?

Why do I do what I do?

I'm all alone I'm tripping talking to the moon

I'm all alone I'm tripping talking to the moon

Why do I feel how I feel?

Why do I do what I do?

I'm all alone I'm trippin talking to the moon

I'm all alone I'm tripping talking to the moon

Hitting these plays bout to go hit another one

Too many bitches, but I need another one

Too many dollars to count gotta sum it up

They don't know nothing about that they don't get enough

Mud in the soda yea this is a dirty cup

Smell the aroma we lighting the cookies up

After we fuck gotta go I don't cuddle up

Whips back to back when we pulling up

They know how we play this shit

She fucking with us then you might never see her again