Outta Space Lyrics

Strings, bass, drums playing in

I went and popped off when you told me

Killed the old me

I bugged the line so you cant hold me

Ao oni

I learned the samba, wanna dance homie?

Cutthroat, wanna act coldly?

Im different w this shit its a fact only

The flow gold, finna flat phonies

Imma indie so I fuck Sony

Shut your mouth cz you dont know who I am

You aint grinding at 2am

And putting your heart and soul into it and getting through to them

This timing shit is surely new to them

Id rather kill em w a verse than be shooting them

I aint a fool cz this gold be fooling em

I took the bowl they be drooling in

Create, redeem, and sanctify, like a Lutheran

I get the strings, bass, drums playing in unison

Who else you know, know how to do that

Nigga this aint just a boom bap

Ayo where the tune at?

Oh shit

I act a nigga, I save face

Same race

Outta mind and outta space

I get the Lily rush when I stizzy up

Dont mind the fractions when they divvied up

As long as I get busy and the music got me busier

Serve ice cold verses like a Dixie cup

One take, like asphyxia

But mixing up, is a pick me up

And cooking beats finna give me a-

Im at the climax w a time lapse

The story end w my ass in a iMax

Inglorious, like Gunn w the Pyrex

Yeat w the dumb bells and the Timex

I could wipe his ass out w a bicep

I aint a goat Im a ibex

Say different, then you need to get yo eyes checked

This aint a skill its a mindset

Its Dex