Taysav – Nasa Lyrics (feat. Savage Sheen)

[Chorus: Savage Sheen]
I just want the bucks yea I just want the cash
Diamonds on my wrist got diamonds on my neck
How long I been in this yea I just want respect
Love King Shoota man and my brother Young Pap
It’s time to run it up I ain’t got no time to drag
I’m TFG forever and I’m tryna make it last
They say who blowin up, Savage Sheen and Taysav
Why them niggas hating cause I’m flyer than NASA

[Verse 1: TaySav]
I just want the bucks yea I just wanna spend that shit
Big ass pole tucked in his fit
Whole lotta hoes come with that shit
All my bros be winning we be sinnin’ lord forgive that shit
Came too far so we can’t quit face that ‘pose to take our pictures
They hatin’ cause we flyer than NASA
Tryna get up on me you’ll be flying with Casper
See us in the club just know that it ain’t no dap up
Tryna reach this way quickest thing to get you whacked up
Have you in that plaster, have his ass on the ground flooded in that plasma
Have his ass wheezing like a nigga had asthma
Savage Sheen and Taysav more than just some rappers
Really get you clapped up
You are not a factor
Go and kill your hittas and come back and get you after
Take a couple trips to Hawaii or Alaska
Me and bro no racing see who run that sack up faster
Tay and Sheen can’t catch us

[Chorus: Savage Sheen]
I just want the bucks yea I just want the cash
Diamonds on my wrist got diamonds on my neck
How long I been in this yea I just want respect

Love King Shoota man and my brother Young Pap
It’s time to run it up I ain’t got no time to drag
I’m TFG forever and I’m tryna make it last
They say who blowin up, Savage Sheen and Taysav
Why them niggas hating cause I’m flyer than NASA

[Verse 2: Savage Sheen]
I just want the bands in streets yea I lost friends
Only f*ck with real and I don’t f*ck with pretends
Might take yo bitch we can party on the weekend
Why? Ima rockstar and my team lit
Came from the bottom and you know I can read niggas
Savage Sheen yea I’m abnormal yea I’m too different
Glock 45, do me riding tryna do a nigga
You can hate now , or just ride with a real nigga
All these hoes want is the bucks and latest fashion
Nah , I ain’t perfect I deserve it, bring that ass here
Savage Sheen yea Taysav yea our time here
Catch us on stage how I’m faded picture caption
I just want the stacks yea I just want the bag
R.I.P. midnight shooter 2Pap
Crazy, thinking all my friends are dead
Getting to this bread , opps off the lead

[Chorus: Savage Sheen]
I just want the bucks yea I just want the cash
Diamonds on my wrist got diamonds on my neck
How long I been in this yea I just want respect
Love King Shoota man and my brother Young Pap
It’s time to run it up I ain’t got no time to drag
I’m TFG forever and I’m tryna make it last
They say who blowin up, Savage Sheen and Taysav
Why them niggas hating cause I’m flyer than NASA

Raleigh Ritchie – Time In A Tree Lyrics

[Chorus]
I just want time in a tree
I need a place just for me
Somewhere that I can be free
Keep the faith and just be
What you’ll be

[Verse 1]
I guess rules are there to break
But I make mistakes like they were handed on a plate
When I try to leave sometimes, I’m standing in the way
I’m on the edge of crying all the time, ‘cause I can’t human
Right

[Verse 2]
What a state
I get wound up, from the ground up
And I don’t know why
Turn the sound up, drown the noise out
Swallow (Whoa), Don’t cry
Got an anxious heart, and it’s stone made
Can’t take paper or heartbreak
Did Billy Joel have self esteem?
Maybe Vienna wouldn’t wait for me

[Chorus]
I just want time in a tree
I need a place just for me
Somewhere that I can be free
Keep the faith and just be
What you’ll be

[Verse 3]
Do you ever feel like, you could live a real life?
Like everybody else in the real world, you could be a real girl?
You could be a wizard, or you could be in NASA, you could write fiction, you could tame raptors
Most days I struggle and I get snappy
f*ck all that, I just wanna be happy

[Verse 4]
Swimming against the current
Am I wrong?
Can you show me a warrant?
Honestly, I’m a bomb
Abhorrent
I’m on it, I get it, I’ve got it
I wanna be 10 again, just me and Sonic
And nobody telling me I should be more than I am
Back when I had a plan

[Chorus]
I, I just want time in a tree
I need a place just for me (For me)
Somewhere that I can be free (Can be free)
Keep the faith and just be (Just be)
What you’ll be

[Bridge]
I’ve seen things that I never should have seen
Said too many things I didn’t mean
Hurt myself too many times to count
I need to let it out, and just release
Been lying to myself too long
Been trying by myself too long
I can’t relax, I’m too distracted
I can’t hack it, hmm
I’m needy, greedy
Love me, feed me
Let’s be a family
It’ll take a village
To make a man of me
So why couldn’t you love me?
It’s all I need

[Chorus]
I just want time in a tree
I need a place just for me
Somewhere that I can be free
Keep the faith and just be
What you’ll be

Juice WRLD – Tick Tock (In The Air) Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Oh-ah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Yeah

[Chorus]
I been on my own shit for so damn long (Ayy)
Niggas tryna steal the wave I won’t let ’em run off
They think that I’m soft ’cause I make sad songs (Hah)
‘Till we catch ’em slippin’ at the red light and peel off (Grra grra grra)
Sticks in the air
I’m so damn high I could sit in the air
If I put my watch on the floor you will slip over there, ice
Bitch I’m dope like the end of a crack pipe

[Verse 1]
Niggas claim they gang, oh nah you ain’t family (No)
She told me my dick in her jaw was her fantasy (Whoa)
I gave it to her ’cause she said that she need it
My hand on my heater her boyfriend be tweakin’ (Uh-huh)
He run up on me then I’m leavin’ him leakin’ (Uh-huh)
I’m shining like diamonds bet Stevie could see it (Uh-huh)
Pay for the foreign I don’t do the leases (Skrt)
Beretta on me it’ll tear you to pieces (Baow)
Fetty on me, yeah the fetty on me, got machete on me, I’ma cut him to pieces
Yo bitch all over me, suck me, she leakin’
Smokin’ this kush got my eyes Japanese-in’
I gave her defense, she take the offense
When I tell her that she gotta get lost
I’m in the back of the Maybach like Ross (Skrt)
Real nigga business, don’t get involved (Yeah)
Ain’t yo business, bitch I’m a boss (Yeah)
You broke as a bitch and it’s all your fault (Yeah)
Take what I say with a grain of salt, they was doubting
Now I’m on top, ooh, they surrounding (I’m on top)

[Chorus]
I been on my own shit for so damn long (Ayy)
Niggas tryna steal the wave I won’t let ’em run off
They think that I’m soft ’cause I make sad songs (Hah)
‘Till we catch ’em slippin’ at the red light and peel off (Grra grra grra)
Sticks in the air
I’m so damn high I could sit in the air
If I put my watch on the floor you will slip over there, ice
Bitch I’m dope like the end of a crack pipe

[Verse 2]
I drop a three in the 20 I’m leanin’
I put a light on my gun and it’s beamin’
That bitch really love boat captains, yeah, ’cause she swallow my semen
I don’t want pints of the Wock’ bitch I need it
I don’t need Perkys but damnit I’m fiendin’
Your nigga told you he richer than me I said “Wake up lil’ nigga you know that you dreamin’”
Whoa-oh
I’m in my prime, tick tock
Look at the time, big Glock
That is a 9, get off
Takin’ off like NASA, huh
Finna give you left right like catches, huh
Everyday I wake up cashin’, huh
In the bitch pussy I’m splashin’, huh
Hide the cocaine in the napkin, huh
She do the yayo for fashion
Haters designing my fabric
I’m really hungry for money but these withdrawals got me fastin’, yeah
Goin’ through it, they recorded me pullin’ up in an Aston like a Kutcher movie
Dog that ho like Scooby, maybe even Snoopy
Don’t got time for nat nat bitches why you always snoopin’
Got my gun aimin’ at any rat movin’
Let it go and put the rat-tat-tat-tat-tat in Ratatouille
If you don’t like me you can sue me, heard your girlfriend wanna screw me
Leave yo head off your body, I’ll chop it like suey
I’ve come to realize that I rule the world right now
And if I wanted I could take your girl right now
It’s my life, it’s my world
It’s your bitch? Fuck it, no it’s my girl

[Chorus]
I been on my own shit for so damn long (Ayy)
Niggas tryna steal the wave I won’t let ’em run off
They think that I’m soft ’cause I make sad songs (Hah)
‘Till we catch ’em slippin’ at the red light and peel off (Grra grra grra)
Sticks in the air
I’m so damn high I could sit in the air
If I put my watch on the floor you will slip over there, ice
Bitch I’m dope like the end of a crack pipe

Young Thug – Jerome Bettis (Still) Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yea
Yeah yeah yeah
Wheezybeats

[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Bae, ya dig
Oh yeah yeah
Dont walk nowhere, you in a weelchair yeah
Dont stop and stare, she mine yeah
Look at my pimp card, player yeah
These hoes will do you the baddest
If you find one bad bag
If you find a bad bitch then keep her
Foreign cars, they back in
Never pour no trash
Im red like a firetruck, just got back from NASA
Bought my bitch the new wagon, you dont know nothin bout [?]
A red carpet, the ground that she walk on
I told her to get whatever she want

[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
Im still gettin fetti, pockets [?] lettuce (racks)
Young nigga so broke I can bet it (broke), I know he a rat he go tellin’ (snitch)
These rappers they pussy I smell it (pussy), I want that bread like a deli (bread)
Pour by the four I dont match (lean) , bitch I need all of my extras (extras)
All of these niggas they act like they with it and ain’t even ready
Bitch Im goin out like Ox did on Belly came from the block i was robbin and sellin
Talk out a pole with a Mac-11, [?] the dice so we servin [?]
Count up that cash, I need that guap
Count up that cheese, I need a knot
She suck on the dick like a lollipop, told her booled up on the molly rock
We sip that lean we dont drink Ciroc, put on Celine when I’m steppin’ out
I got that beam on the K, YSL got it engraved
Pussy niggas throwin’ shade, kill them and piss on their grave

[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Im still gon’ serve you, I still got birds too
These drugs won’t hurt you, these drugs won’t hurt you
Still got a egg beater (skrr skrr), still got an old pot (skrr skrr)
Still niggas still plottin’, still niggas gettin’ shot
Big ol’ bankroll, pockets on snot nose
Took a bitch out the hood, and put her in designer clothes
I’m in my rarri, took a plate to Calamari (eat it up)
Rings like Horry, play like Curry, bitch Im sorry
Thats why a nigga need a bad bitch, she know how to treat a savage
She won’t even talk to 12, she ain’t even gotta ask me
Trappin’ out a old park, pull up dinosaur, Jurassic
She got a cute face, bad body, but I took her now she all plastic
Barbie doll, barbie doll, Trapstar, block boy
Thousand feet from a neighbor cause I want a tiger and I paid for it
Imma ride with him, Im gon’ slide with him
I might put my trust in him, I might put my pies in him
I ain’t gon get tied in him, Imma fly with him
Imma, yeah

[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig

LION BABE – Rockets (feat. Moe Moks)

[Intro: Jillian Hervey & Moe Moks]
We live, we live
We live, we live young

[Verse 1: Jillian Hervey]
Fly high like I’m NASA
Pull my hips like the salsa
I’m like butter on a lobster
We live, we live
Got me singin’ like I’m Chaka
Ooh I’m workin’ in mi casa
Young queen Cleopatra

[Pre-Chorus: Jillian Hervey & Moe Moks]
We live, we live
We live, we live young
We live, we live
We live, we live young

[Chorus: Jillian Hervey]
All these spaceships and rockets (high)
Got me feelin’ high (high)
On my spaceship I’m rockin’ (high)
Fall into the sky (high)
Fall into the sky
Fall into the sky
Fall into the sky
Fall into the sky

[Verse 2: Moe Moks]
Congo, wear my rasta
Merengue with a [?]
We eat fishes with the pasta
We live, we live
Been feelin’ like a popstar
Heavy drinks, I’m a rockstar
The young king with the roadster

[Pre-Chorus: Jillian Hervey & Moe Moks]
We live, we live
We live, we live young
We live, we live
We live, we live young

[Chorus: Jillian Hervey]
All these spaceships and rockets (high)
Got me feelin’ high (high)
On my spaceship I’m rockin’ (high)
Fall into the sky (high)
Fall into the sky
Fall into the sky
Fall into the sky
Fall into the sky

[Outro: Jillian Hervey & Moe Moks]
We live, we live
High, high
High, high
I just want y’all to chill to record
We live, we live young
[?] to this
We live, we live
[?] to this
We live, we live young
Sex and [?] to this
We live, we live
We live, we live young
We live, we live
We live, we live young
All these spaceships and rockets
High, high
High, high

New level – Soufian feat. Crack Ignaz songtexte

Songtexte Soufian – New level

Ja, zum hunderten Mal stell’ ich mir jetzt die Frage
Sag, soll ich es tun oder soll ich es lassen?
Am Ende des Abends gibt’s nichts außer Patte
Weil Patte regiert unsre Straßen seit Jahren
Auf Cash Money Brother, wie Brate sein Brate
Aus Scheiße mach Gold, aus dem Kilo ‘ne Tonne
Um Straße zu sein, musst du ‘n Mann sein, du Schwuchtel
Bring Mama die Tüten nach Haus und bleib hungrig
Trag’ tief in mei’m Herzen ‘ne Narbe von Kummer
Weil Brüder zu Fotzen geworden sind, choya
Ich schwöre bei Gott, ich wollt nix
Doch gab Gutes mit Liebe und Herz, sagt man bei uns L’Houma
Akhi, meine Gosse ist nicht so wie deine
Ich schieße mit Blei von ‘nem Fahrrad, wenn’s sein muss
Bruder für Bruder, bei uns ist das Standard
Doch Fotzen hab’n Patte gesehen, wurden anders.(new level)

Azzlack Motherf*ck, das ist new level
Gödlife Gödlife, das ist new level
Lichtgang, meine Squad, das ist new level
Bald bin ich reich, Diggi, new level
Swah swah, mach’ Gwap, das ist new level
Flieg’ hoch zum Mond, Diggi, new leveeel
Lichtgeschwindigkeit, new leveeel
Es ist Gang Gang, es ist new leveeel.

New leveeel, new leveeel
Neue Chain, new Metal
Meine Shows – Heavy Metal
Meine Moves – zu special
Gehe direkt durch die Decke
Gebe ‘nen F**k auf die Presse
Gebe ‘nen F**k auf ein Label, ja
Sitze im Rarri und gebe Gas
Ich komme nicht aus der Gegenwart
Schieße auf dich mit der Lasergun
Meine Feinde weinen bei jedem Move
Denn ich mache als wäre ich aus Tränengas
Woah woah, yeah yeah
Versuri-lyrics.info
Nie genug, ich will mehr
Sie komm’n niemals hinterher
Neues leveeel, Alter, yeahhh.

Azzlack Motherfuck, das ist new leveeel
Gödlife Gödlife, das ist new leveeel
Lichtgang, meine Squad, das ist new leveeel
Bald bin ich reich, Diggi, new leveeel
Swah swah, mach’ Gwap, das ist new leveeel
Flieg’ hoch zum Mond, Diggi, new leveeel
Lichtgeschwindigkeit, new leveeel
Es ist Gang Gang, es ist new leveeel.

Yeah, bei uns herrschen andere Regeln
Das heißt: Lobe machen, ned reden
Der S**t ist wie Telekinese
Ist so, wie wir Sachen bewegen
Ja, Brudi, ich weiß, du kannst sehen
Ja, der ganze Block ist am beben
Und des ist ned leicht zu versteh’n
Aber das bleibt wie wir leben
Mach’ dieses Gwap, oida, mach’ dieses Gwap
Greif’ in die Kasse und moch’ mi davon
Oida, moch mi nit haß, oida, moch mit nit haß
Weil ich komm’ mit dem Squad und mit sehr viel davon
Und i leb’ so wie NASA, i leb’ so wie NASA
Du weißt, ich geb’ Gas und heb’ ab bis zum Mond
Oida, weiß, was ich man’, oida, weiß, was ich man’
B***h, ich weiß, dass du weißt, Ignaz K ist der Don, ja
Ja, dein Brei ist nur Einheit, für den Sche*ss hab’ i kein’ Zeit
Doch ich kill diese Keks, schick’ sie mit ihre Backpackrap direkt zurück in die Steinzeit
Und ich f*ck’ sie mit Feinheit
Und zerstückel’ sie zeitgleich
Dabei sieht man das nicht, viel zu quick in den G’nick mit ‘nem Stich und danach heißt es Bye Bye.

Azzlack Motherf*ck, das ist new leveeel
Gödlife Gödlife, das ist new leveeel
Lichtgang, meine Squad, das ist new leveeel
Bald bin ich reich, Diggi, new leveeel
Swah swah, mach’ Gwap, das ist new leveeel
Flieg’ hoch zum Mond, Diggi, new leveeel
Lichtgeschwindigkeit, new leveeel
Es ist Gang Gang, es ist new leveeel.

New leveeelll. (x15)
Soufian songtexte
Video level

LION BABE – Rockets (feat. Moe Moks)

[Intro: Jillian Hervey & Moe Moks]
We live, we live
We live, we live young

[Verse 1: Jillian Hervey]
Fly high like I’m NASA
Pull my hips like the salsa
I’m like butter on a lobster
We live, we live
Got me singin’ like I’m Chaka
Ooh I’m workin’ in mi casa
Young queen Cleopatra

[Pre-Chorus: Jillian Hervey & Moe Moks]
We live, we live
We live, we live young
We live, we live
We live, we live young

[Chorus: Jillian Hervey]
All these spaceships and rockets (high)
Got me feelin’ high (high)
On my spaceship I’m rockin’ (high)
Fall into the sky (high)
Fall into the sky
Fall into the sky
Fall into the sky
Fall into the sky

[Verse 2: Moe Moks]
Congo, wear my rasta
Merengue with a [?]
We eat fishes with the pasta
We live, we live
Been feelin’ like a popstar
Heavy drinks, I’m a rockstar
The young king with the roadster

[Pre-Chorus: Jillian Hervey & Moe Moks]
We live, we live
We live, we live young
We live, we live
We live, we live young

[Chorus: Jillian Hervey]
All these spaceships and rockets (high)
Got me feelin’ high (high)
On my spaceship I’m rockin’ (high)
Fall into the sky (high)
Fall into the sky
Fall into the sky
Fall into the sky
Fall into the sky

[Outro: Jillian Hervey & Moe Moks]
We live, we live
High, high
High, high
I just want y’all to chill to record
We live, we live young
[?] to this
We live, we live
[?] to this
We live, we live young
Sex and [?] to this
We live, we live
We live, we live young
We live, we live
We live, we live young
All these spaceships and rockets
High, high
High, high

Jacob Sartorius – Hit Or Miss lyrics

I heard that life gets hard when you’re older
And the fun stuff’s just for kids
But what I realize as I grow up
Is that it’s just a hit or miss

So let’s not worry about tomorrow-ow-ow, nah-nah, nah-nah
We all good, baby we alright
So let’s not worry about tomorrow-ow-ow, nah-nah, nah-nah
We all good, baby we alright
So let’s not worry about tomorrow-ow-ow, nah-nah, nah-nah
We all good, baby we alright
So let’s not worry about tomorrow-ow-ow, nah-nah, nah-nah
We all good, baby we alright

How, how you doing? Girl tell me what it do
I see you with your friends but I’m tryna kick it with you
Thought you already knew, but you didn’t
I’m tryna roll with you so I can show you how we livin’
And I been on a mission tryna take you to the dance floor
We go up like NASA to the places that they can’t go
But what’s your name though? Didn’t even ask her
These other girls fake, I see through them like Casper
Get it, get it, get it

‘Cause girl you got me thinking we could really do it
This could be our chance I don’t wanna lose it
If you don’t think I care bout you I’ma prove it
And by the way, I really like the way you move it
So let’s keep going, don’t gotta stop
Please don’t worry about tomorrow, we just live it up
I know that there used to be girls in the past, but I forgot
Now you the only one all up in my thoughts

I heard that life gets hard when you’re older
And the fun stuff’s just for kids
But what I realized as I grow up
Is that it’s just a hit or miss

So let’s not worry about tomorrow-ow-ow, nah-nah, nah-nah
We all good, baby we alright
So let’s not worry about tomorrow-ow-ow, nah-nah, nah-nah
We all good, baby we alright
So let’s not worry about tomorrow-ow-ow, nah-nah, nah-nah
We all good, baby we alright
So let’s not worry about tomorrow-ow-ow, nah-nah, nah-nah
We all good, baby we alright

What you thinking? I think I need some Blues Clues
Losing my mind just to make sure I don’t lose you
So please just let me know, my heart’s a metronome
And if it stops beating then that means I’ll let you go
And now you know I’m glad I met you though
Because the second we connected, girl, our love is so electrical
And yeah, you way above the typical
So come with me and we can make it ’cause you never know
Get it, get it, get it

‘Cause girl you got me thinking we could really do it
This could be our chance I don’t wanna lose it
If you don’t think I care bout you I’ma prove it
And by the way, I really like the way you move it
So let’s keep going, don’t gotta stop
We ain’t worried ’bout tomorrow, we just live it up
I never be thinking ’bout those other girls, you all I got
It’s a hit or miss, come on baby take a shot

I heard that life gets hard when you’re older
And the fun stuff’s just for kids
But what I realized as I grow up
Is that it’s just a hit or miss

So let’s not worry about tomorrow-ow-ow, nah-nah, nah-nah
We all good, baby we alright
So let’s not worry about tomorrow-ow-ow, nah-nah, nah-nah
We all good, baby we alright
So let’s not worry about tomorrow-ow-ow, nah-nah, nah-nah
We all good, baby we alright
So let’s not worry about tomorrow-ow-ow, nah-nah, nah-nah
We all good, baby we alright

Bitch – Ugly God lyrics

Lyrics Ugly God – Bitch

Bitch. (x17)

No I’m not a rapper, this the first page of the chapter
B*tch I’m a disaster, bite your b*tch just like a raptor
Booty gang pastor, I’m the hash slinging slasher
Pussy bacon Escobar, plugged in like an adapter
All my music slappin’, make you dance just like a KAPA b*tch
Boy I’m broke as f*ck, 30 bands straight from FAFSA b*tch
Hoe give me some space, no I ain’t talkin’ about no NASA b*tch
Gucci head to toe, you wipe me down just like a napkin.

B*tch. (x17)

B*tch you know my handle, hump your b*tch just like a camel
B*tch I run the scandal cuz I’m lit just like a candle
I can’t trust a b*tch I’m flippin hoes just like the channels
Young ugly god play these hoes like a piano
I’m colder than your cooler, deeper then the sewer
All my niggas shooters piss me off they’ll have to do you
I brought her to my room and spread her legs just like a rumor
I f*cked her with no condom but no worries b*tch I’m neutered.

B*tchhh. (x33)
Ugly God lyrics
Video Ugly God

B.o.B – Stanley Kubrick (Elements Album)

[Hook]
Giant steps are what you take, walking on the moon
I hope my legs don’t break, walking on
Walking on the moon

[Verse 1]
B.o.B, what the hell you doing?
What the fuck does Stanley Kubrick have to do with
Astronauts and moon men
Who the hell you fooling?
Fuck you and this whole stupid flat Earth movement
Well, if you don’t like it sue, even science proves it
You’re a college student, shouldn’t be assuming
Green screen, sound stage, sound proofing
Time to film a movie shoot
Gotta use my tools in the glass case
Astronaut suit footprint don’t match the boot
Been to the moon once and ain’t been back since
And I’m just trying to figure out where the tax dollars went
NASA

[Hook]
Giant steps are what you take, walking on the moon
I hope my legs don’t break, walking on
Walking on the moon

[Verse 2]
Not a huge fan of the award for the best rapper
But they give the moon man award to the best actor
Guess we must go straight to the source and let’s ask NASA
Uh, how do you explain the occurrence of lunar waves?
Why do we only see one half of the lunar face?
How do you explain air bubbles if you in space?
Why is it so important to lie to the human race?
Million mile internet that travels light years
But they can’t show a space shuttle re-enter the atmosphere, okay
To blast off you gotta practice Freemasonry
An acronym that stands for Not A Space Agency

[Hook: B.o.B]
Some may say, I’m wishing my days away, no way
And if it’s the price I pay, some say
Tomorrow’s another day, you’ll stay
Walking on, walking on the moon