Spaceman Lyrics

Why my feelings on my sleeveless?

My weed's seedless, my trees leafless

Smoke to my life seamless

I been smoking good reefer

I been smoking good reefer

On one, bitch I'm on one

Tell her bend it over, bend it over

Baby, come here closer, come here closer

I don't wanna argue, talk it over

I don't need to borrow, I'm an owner

Ain't think about tomorrow in the moment

I was feeling awful when that phone hit

Heard brody chose a coffin and his own fit

Compliment my sauce,

Take a lot to meet my standards

I can't take a loss, only bosses in my circle

Your lil' lady lost, she be all up in my mentions

She said I was a lot, I guess I'm too much to handle

She said I was a lot, I said, baby, go find less then

Lost up in my sauce, she be lost up in my dressing

If I take you on, better know I'll be your best man

If I did you wrong, baby, no, I will not stress it

What the fuck the cost? I don't peep it, I just cop it

What the fuck you on? Hella ganja in my section

And brody keep it on him, yeah, he grip the Smith & Wesson

I was putting on for my brody down in Weston

She said she don't fuck with me, that's okay

I might hit my whole roster for some face

I been smoking ganja like a rasta, I'm in space

My money got longer soon than she got out the way

Bitch, get out my lane, now I'm paid

I don't wanna talk about it, bitch, get out my face

Shorty, I wanna know what you see in me

I wanna know what the fuck is up

I wanna do things peacefully

You gotta know I play for keeps

I gotta know you spray for me

You gotta keep it a K with me

Now she saying that she's done with me

Girl, I hope you understand, replace you comfortably

She said she don't fuck with me, that's okay

I might hit my whole roster for some face

I been smoking ganja like a rasta, I'm in space

My money got longer soon than she got out the way

Bitch, get out my lane, now I'm paid

I don't wanna talk about it, bitch, get out my face

I been smoking ganja like a rasta, I'm in space

My money got longer soon than she got out the way

Bitch a big stepper, built for whatever

Move he too clever, he lunch, you punk rappers

For what?

Nobody catch em, his touch, be too impressive

He bust for talking reckless, can't pass him, he too aggressive

Mm,

that's how I'm steppin'