Space Cowboy
Floating through the roof
This kuda remove ceilings
Pass me the boof
And I just might kill it
So long space cowboy
We're headed to the moon
Dairy Queen rolled up
Got hops like it go (Moo!)
AC shit got swang
I know you like the rang of it
Hands on the flo'
Now you shaking that thang to it
Twenty-eight gram zip
Hotboxed in transit
Re-up on gas
When we reach the next planet
Crack a sack- Johnny Cage
Light it up- Liu Kang
Eyes red like Kano
Throat gripped by Kane
One hit got me stuck
It's the hero killer: Strain!
Just roll it in a Bob
When it hits, you feel no pain
And I don't need a grabba
I could sparkle Plain Jane
C major, E, A
Unplugged, Kurt Cobain
Buss out the butane
Buss up some budder
Soon as that L spark
I'm already rolling another
Pack the Endo with indo
Russian cream pre-roll
Blowing wooden tips
We some bougie hoes
(Who knows? Who knows?)
Who got chronics for the low
Is time speeding up
Or am I thinking so fast that
Einstein and Planck
Need to light up a fat doob'
Revise all the math to
Account for the fact that
The speed that a lit blunt passed
To left comes back
Is a product of the tightness of the pack
Times one over the laughs
If a storyteller chat
Take infinity and add
To how long it's out your hand
Dead the rap motherfucker
Ain't nobody here for that
Bam bam, two hits then pass
God damn!
Floating through the roof
This kuda remove ceilings
Pass me the boof
And I just might kill it
So long space cowboy
We're headed to the moon
Dairy Queen rolled up
Got hops like it go (Moo!)
AC shit got swang
I know you like the rang of it
Hands on the flo'
Now you shaking that thang to it
Twenty-eight gram zip
Hotboxed in transit
Re-up on gas
When we reach the next planet
Floating through the roof
This kuda remove ceilings
Pass me the boof
And I just might kill it
So long space cowboy
We're headed to the moon
Dairy Queen rolled up
Got hops like it go moo (Moo!)
AC shit got swang
I know you like the rang of it
Hands on the flo'
Now you shaking that thang to it
Twenty-eight gram zip
Hotboxed in transit
Re-up on gas
When we reach the next planet
Stoner clique
Leave none unturnt
Clip killers
No bud unburnt
No bud? Motherfucker links unconfirmed
Not my fault you ain't read none of the terms
Whipping magic up in the churn
This ain't normal herb,
It don't get no STAB on Return
Wiz Khalifa stoner Jesus
My nigga done smoked the word
Better versed in herb
Than Selina Sapworthy
Munchies got me so hungry
I could stomach a Proud Snack
Bass fat- mastered the track
To match the loud pack
In the stu' blasted
Like Kyle Gass and Jack Black
Six in rotation for two heads?
Yeah, that math works
You could bring Jamaica Center sour
I'll say "yeah, sure"
Ripped the glass with no water
Now my diaphragm burnt
If I die young, bury me in a patch of Durban
Crossbred with Granddaddy Purp
And Jack Herer
Floating through the roof
This kuda remove ceilings
Pass me the boof
And I just might kill it
So long space cowboy
We're headed to the moon
Dairy Queen rolled up
Got hops like it go (Moo!)
AC shit got swang
I know you like the rang of it
Hands on the flo'
Now you shaking that thang to it
Twenty-eight gram zip
Hotboxed in transit
Re-up on gas
When we reach the next planet
Floating through the roof
This kuda remove ceilings
Pass me the boof
And I just might kill it
So long space cowboy
We're headed to the moon
Dairy Queen rolled up
Got hops like it go moo (Moo!)
AC shit got swang
I know you like the rang of it
Hands on the flo'
Now you shaking that thang to it
Twenty-eight gram zip
Hotboxed in transit
Re-up on gas
When we reach the next planet
This kuda remove ceilings
Pass me the boof
And I just might kill it
So long space cowboy
We're headed to the moon
Dairy Queen rolled up
Got hops like it go (Moo!)
AC shit got swang
I know you like the rang of it
Hands on the flo'
Now you shaking that thang to it
Twenty-eight gram zip
Hotboxed in transit
Re-up on gas
When we reach the next planet
Crack a sack- Johnny Cage
Light it up- Liu Kang
Eyes red like Kano
Throat gripped by Kane
One hit got me stuck
It's the hero killer: Strain!
Just roll it in a Bob
When it hits, you feel no pain
And I don't need a grabba
I could sparkle Plain Jane
C major, E, A
Unplugged, Kurt Cobain
Buss out the butane
Buss up some budder
Soon as that L spark
I'm already rolling another
Pack the Endo with indo
Russian cream pre-roll
Blowing wooden tips
We some bougie hoes
(Who knows? Who knows?)
Who got chronics for the low
Is time speeding up
Or am I thinking so fast that
Einstein and Planck
Need to light up a fat doob'
Revise all the math to
Account for the fact that
The speed that a lit blunt passed
To left comes back
Is a product of the tightness of the pack
Times one over the laughs
If a storyteller chat
Take infinity and add
To how long it's out your hand
Dead the rap motherfucker
Ain't nobody here for that
Bam bam, two hits then pass
God damn!
Floating through the roof
This kuda remove ceilings
Pass me the boof
And I just might kill it
So long space cowboy
We're headed to the moon
Dairy Queen rolled up
Got hops like it go (Moo!)
AC shit got swang
I know you like the rang of it
Hands on the flo'
Now you shaking that thang to it
Twenty-eight gram zip
Hotboxed in transit
Re-up on gas
When we reach the next planet
Floating through the roof
This kuda remove ceilings
Pass me the boof
And I just might kill it
So long space cowboy
We're headed to the moon
Dairy Queen rolled up
Got hops like it go moo (Moo!)
AC shit got swang
I know you like the rang of it
Hands on the flo'
Now you shaking that thang to it
Twenty-eight gram zip
Hotboxed in transit
Re-up on gas
When we reach the next planet
Stoner clique
Leave none unturnt
Clip killers
No bud unburnt
No bud? Motherfucker links unconfirmed
Not my fault you ain't read none of the terms
Whipping magic up in the churn
This ain't normal herb,
It don't get no STAB on Return
Wiz Khalifa stoner Jesus
My nigga done smoked the word
Better versed in herb
Than Selina Sapworthy
Munchies got me so hungry
I could stomach a Proud Snack
Bass fat- mastered the track
To match the loud pack
In the stu' blasted
Like Kyle Gass and Jack Black
Six in rotation for two heads?
Yeah, that math works
You could bring Jamaica Center sour
I'll say "yeah, sure"
Ripped the glass with no water
Now my diaphragm burnt
If I die young, bury me in a patch of Durban
Crossbred with Granddaddy Purp
And Jack Herer
Floating through the roof
This kuda remove ceilings
Pass me the boof
And I just might kill it
So long space cowboy
We're headed to the moon
Dairy Queen rolled up
Got hops like it go (Moo!)
AC shit got swang
I know you like the rang of it
Hands on the flo'
Now you shaking that thang to it
Twenty-eight gram zip
Hotboxed in transit
Re-up on gas
When we reach the next planet
Floating through the roof
This kuda remove ceilings
Pass me the boof
And I just might kill it
So long space cowboy
We're headed to the moon
Dairy Queen rolled up
Got hops like it go moo (Moo!)
AC shit got swang
I know you like the rang of it
Hands on the flo'
Now you shaking that thang to it
Twenty-eight gram zip
Hotboxed in transit
Re-up on gas
When we reach the next planet
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Carter
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