Outer Spaces Lyrics

We all wannabe, wannabe

We all wannabe, wannabe

I'm fucking tired, I'm anguished

I pour my heart on these pages

I fell in love with this game and I can't afford to just vanquish

And I can't hear what they sayin' but I can tell what they meanin'

They tell me from higher places, and it just feel so demeaning

Nigga, you broken

You down

You think she want you now

Damn, nigga, you a clown

Ronald McDonald lookin' ass bitch

You think she want your dick

We all wannabe, wannabe

We all wannabe, wannabe

I feel exhausted and finished

I feel my contents diminish

I feel my heart be cut open and spillin' onto the furnishing

I feel it beating no longer

It's singing a different song

A song of mourning my longing

Where I give up on this all

But I look up to my left and see a closet of bottles

I down 'em all down, I'm just tryna drown all my sorrows

I drink vodka and tequila

Amaro and margarita

Red ale for all of the liters of sweat that come from the heat of (death)

We all wannabe, wannabe

We all wannabe, wannabe

We all wannabe, wannabe

We all wannabe, wannabe