Outer Space

You take me to a place
Ahh

You take me to a place
Just right out of outer space
I cannot feel my face
I feel so fucking great
You take me to a place
Just right out of outer space
I cannot feel my face
I feel so fucking great

Gas me up and serving
I don't want no bourbon
Eighteen blunts I'm hurting
My face feel like it's churning
We be hotboxing the whip
Gotta stand need a grip
Some of the weight I'ma flip
And if the block hot I'ma dip
I don't need a case but I'ma shit shit if I say so
Work hard for that peso no outlet my plug he may blow
40 or the drake the leave niggas spread out like some mayo
I can see the world through my third eye like I'm plato
Chilling with the stars in convo with Galileo
Fas always on fuego your shit ain't very nuevo
High in outer space my head spinning no tornado
Connect got me that charger I don't stay in San Diego

You take me to a place
Just right out of outer space
I cannot feel my face
I feel so fucking great
You take me to a place
Just right out of outer space
I cannot feel my face
I feel so fucking great

Aye Dejay
Why don't you let me go and blast off on these fuck niggas boy
Space space

I cannot feel on my face
I might be losing my taste
I gotta stand gotta pace
I'm getting high in outer space
I cannot feel on my face
I might be losing my taste
I gotta stand gotta pace
I'm getting high in outer space

You take me to a place
Just right out of outer space
I cannot feel my face
I feel so fucking great
You take me to a place
Just right out of outer space
I cannot feel my face
I feel so fucking great



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Writer(s): David Hubbard
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