Spaceship (feat. Dabful & CornMil)
I drive fast in my whip hope that I die
Looking at the stars always asking why
Baby take my hand we'll fly to the sky
Smokin on this gas barely getting by
Why this world gotta change so much
Life aint fair swear people talk a bunch
Bitches twerking and they think its cool to do these drugs
They took my brother now I'm always looking far above
Versace all over my arm
She an alert an alarm
I get my money i don't stop no no (No no)
Takin hits straight from the bong
Yeah i just go go go go go
Don't stop baby yeah don't stop
I be rollin and you know we on a stop watch
The role keep on going like its tic tic
I aint fucking with these bitches cause they tic tocking
All these other bitches yeah they keep jocking
And they keep talking, but they all nothin
When i look up to the stars i see my self cause i am a star
Baby put the trophies on the shelf
Number nine when i run like a running back
But i aint running back
Lil baby I'm coming back
But i aint running back
Lil baby I'm coming back (Yeah)
I drive fast in my whip hope that I die
Looking at the stars always asking why
Baby take my hand we'll fly to the sky
Smokin on this gas barely getting by
Why this world gotta change so much
Life aint fair swear people talk a bunch
Bitches twerking and they think its cool to do these drugs
They took my brother now I'm always looking far above
Looking at the stars always asking why
Baby take my hand we'll fly to the sky
Smokin on this gas barely getting by
Why this world gotta change so much
Life aint fair swear people talk a bunch
Bitches twerking and they think its cool to do these drugs
They took my brother now I'm always looking far above
Versace all over my arm
She an alert an alarm
I get my money i don't stop no no (No no)
Takin hits straight from the bong
Yeah i just go go go go go
Don't stop baby yeah don't stop
I be rollin and you know we on a stop watch
The role keep on going like its tic tic
I aint fucking with these bitches cause they tic tocking
All these other bitches yeah they keep jocking
And they keep talking, but they all nothin
When i look up to the stars i see my self cause i am a star
Baby put the trophies on the shelf
Number nine when i run like a running back
But i aint running back
Lil baby I'm coming back
But i aint running back
Lil baby I'm coming back (Yeah)
I drive fast in my whip hope that I die
Looking at the stars always asking why
Baby take my hand we'll fly to the sky
Smokin on this gas barely getting by
Why this world gotta change so much
Life aint fair swear people talk a bunch
Bitches twerking and they think its cool to do these drugs
They took my brother now I'm always looking far above
Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Smith
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