Space Girl (feat. Zjala Phelps)
8 dollars 80 cents in my bank account
I got 8 dollars 80 cents in my bank account
Uhh
8 dollars 80 cents in my bank account
I got 8 dollars 80 cents in my bank account
We straight you really don't owe mey
Hot damm got demons all on mey
Got me a baby that's tryna spend a check on mey
And she check on mey
Unlike my old flings
I need a moment to calculate how my life changed
Lord I've been the shit since a baby inside it's diaper
Compare me to other people
But guess who's the better writer
On days when I'm just recording
I go and pick up the lighter
Traumas been on me heavy
But praying has made it light
Call me a space girl
Stuck in this fake world
Easter missing his bunny
Play boy iz a play girl
Play girls
Plays girls
Girl lets play some games
I done took my L's
I done took my wins
When love came knocking on my door
I didn't answer the butterflies that I was feeling
This feeling I want it no more
I want it more
I am unsure
Cause what happens when I go tour in Japan
I might get stupid
And then paparazzi gon make a big deal
When you tellin yo friends
They gon twist my words again
I might end up hurting bad
So let me set the record straight
Never switch up for the fame
Can't be broke in anyway
Can't be broken anyway
Give God credit long the way
Yea
Space girl
Stuck in this fake world
Space girl
Stuck in this fake world
Space girl
Stuck in this fake world
Play girls
Plays girls
I got 8 dollars and 80 cents
And to be honest it don't really make sense
How I'm looking at my pocket
Ooo
And it ain't shit
Got me buying snacks
Felling hella anxious
Wonder when is it gonna happen for me
When is the money gone start working for me
I don't want a life
That is hella boring
Working 9 to 5
Got me hella snoring
I'm not no slave to you
So don't go making rules
Yea Yea
You had your chance with me
So don't be miserable
Just for meee
I'm not no slave to you
So don't go making rules
Yea Yea
You had your chance with me
So don't be miserable
I just keep walking through door meant
Just for me
Just for me
8 dollars 80 cents in my bank account
I got 8 dollars 80 cents in my bank account
Uhhhh
8 dollars 80 cents in my bank account
I got 8 dollars 80 cents in my bank account
Uhhh
Uhhh
Uhhh
Uhhh
OK
I got 8 dollars 80 cents in my bank account
Uhh
8 dollars 80 cents in my bank account
I got 8 dollars 80 cents in my bank account
We straight you really don't owe mey
Hot damm got demons all on mey
Got me a baby that's tryna spend a check on mey
And she check on mey
Unlike my old flings
I need a moment to calculate how my life changed
Lord I've been the shit since a baby inside it's diaper
Compare me to other people
But guess who's the better writer
On days when I'm just recording
I go and pick up the lighter
Traumas been on me heavy
But praying has made it light
Call me a space girl
Stuck in this fake world
Easter missing his bunny
Play boy iz a play girl
Play girls
Plays girls
Girl lets play some games
I done took my L's
I done took my wins
When love came knocking on my door
I didn't answer the butterflies that I was feeling
This feeling I want it no more
I want it more
I am unsure
Cause what happens when I go tour in Japan
I might get stupid
And then paparazzi gon make a big deal
When you tellin yo friends
They gon twist my words again
I might end up hurting bad
So let me set the record straight
Never switch up for the fame
Can't be broke in anyway
Can't be broken anyway
Give God credit long the way
Yea
Space girl
Stuck in this fake world
Space girl
Stuck in this fake world
Space girl
Stuck in this fake world
Play girls
Plays girls
I got 8 dollars and 80 cents
And to be honest it don't really make sense
How I'm looking at my pocket
Ooo
And it ain't shit
Got me buying snacks
Felling hella anxious
Wonder when is it gonna happen for me
When is the money gone start working for me
I don't want a life
That is hella boring
Working 9 to 5
Got me hella snoring
I'm not no slave to you
So don't go making rules
Yea Yea
You had your chance with me
So don't be miserable
Just for meee
I'm not no slave to you
So don't go making rules
Yea Yea
You had your chance with me
So don't be miserable
I just keep walking through door meant
Just for me
Just for me
8 dollars 80 cents in my bank account
I got 8 dollars 80 cents in my bank account
Uhhhh
8 dollars 80 cents in my bank account
I got 8 dollars 80 cents in my bank account
Uhhh
Uhhh
Uhhh
Uhhh
OK
Credits
Writer(s): Zjala Phelps
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