Alien

Feel like I'm an alien being, floating off away in from a different galaxy dream
I'm not whatever you once believed
Said I'm so magical, I'm rare as fuck
Stay blazing these trees
I'm feeling like a target cause I'm kinda pretty
Why my light they try to stifle
Got me feeling kinda spiteful
Why these niggas wanna fuck with my feeling
They got me doing shit that I don't ever do really
I'm feeling like a

Alien, alien, alien, alien being
Alien, alien, alien, alien being
Pack my ship, pack my ship
Let's blast off, let's go, go, go
Pack my ship, pack my ship
Let's blast off, let's go, go, go
Pack my ship, pack my ship
Let's blast off, let's go, go, go
Pack my ship, pack my ship, Go

Crash Landed somewhere off in the ghetto
Just a star tryna do good
Cute as fuck
Attitude hood
Seems these humans always scheming
Am I dreaming cause its seeming
Like these bitches really demons
Mostly junkies out here feening
I stay far above it all, on my little nimbus cloud
Blowing on some loud
Chuckling at all these clowns
Working on my final ascension
Moving on and upward to a much greater mission
I know that I'm a

Alien, alien, alien, alien being
Alien, alien, alien, alien being
Pack my ship, pack my ship
Let's blast off, let's go, go, go
Pack my ship, pack my ship
Let's blast off, let's go, go, go
Pack my ship, pack my ship
Let's blast off, let's go, go, go
Pack my ship, pack my ship, Go

Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
Oh yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea

Shake yo ass, shake yo ass for the cash
You know you gotta do something to get to the bag
Cause life out here ain't too funny
So nigga, run me my money
If you want it, want it, want it, want it, want it, want it good
Give it to you, give it to you, give it to you good
Throw some stacks, throw that cash, bring that bag
Fuck yo ass



Credits
Writer(s): Anton Anderson
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