| Hey, hey, hey
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| Hey, hey, hey
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| Thoughts are distorted, my mind is really spinning
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| I feel like I’m in space, should I abort this?
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| But like Charlie Sheen I feel I’m winning
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| Don’t want to stay in space
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| And I’m flying to Mars, (Woah, woah, woah.)
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| I’m flying to Mars, (Yeah, yeah, yeah.)
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| Should stay behind, but I’m rocking my spacesuit
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| And I’m flying to mars. |
| (Woah, woah, woah.)
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| Dada dee, dada day
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| Yeah, coke tanked up to my grill
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| Run up in the jam so slick
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| Came straight out of the field
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| Head to the bar like «Yo»
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| 'Cos he hooked me up on to them tings
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| Bang, two shots to the head
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| Then I drop a half G in the drink
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| (Dada dee, dada day.)
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| Look who’s back in the zone
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| Out here we’re trying to catch those thrills
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| Hoes set put three to the dole
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| You can find me by the speaker
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| More time I’ll be by the mic
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| Beggar fam transmit to the aether
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| Can we get deep in the cut or less?
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| We about to get loose
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| I’m all in my head gone like, (Woah!)
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| I’mma draw two more sips of the goose
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| So who’s in the two puff pass?
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| Two blasts to the chest no drool
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| 'Cos a brother’s on a move heading out of space
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| I’ve been licking that rocket fuel
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| (Dada dee, dada day.)
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| Yeah and that’s just the way we roam
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| Blazing them big fat cones
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| Somehow, someway we make it back home
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| We’re raving our ways past all
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| No time to waste when man’s in that zone
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| 'Cos when you see me in the dance
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| I’m gonna drop that shit to get your head blown
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| I can barely move
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| But I can see the moon
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| I can see the stars behind the moon
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| I can see the moon
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| I can barely move
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| But I can see the moon
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| I can see the stars behind the moon
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| I can see the moon
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| Oh yeah |