Outer Space
We both drippin' in sweat
She bitin' on my lip
I put my hands oh her neck
She feeling all on my-my
She feeling all on my chest
Taking my breath away
This bitch done got me obsessed
Her touch like ecstasy
Grip on her waistline, ain't tryna waste time
Drop that ass low like a bass line
Popped a pill I can't feel my face
I'm solar system, I'm outer space
I'm potion sippin' can't keep my pace
This molly water don't need no chase
I'm floatin', floatin', floatin'
Space, I'm floating
(Space, I'm floating)
Grip on her waistline, ain't tryna waste time
Drop that ass low like a bass line
Grip on her waistline, ain't tryna waste time
Drop that ass low like a bass line
Grip on her waistline, ain't tryna waste time
Drop that ass low like a bass line
Eyes roll back in my head
No time for sleeping, I'm geekin'
I might just dance till I'm dead
Oh, what a happy ending
Chemicals in my body
Chemicals in my body
I'm in love with pink molly
I'm in love with-with-with
Grip on her waistline, ain't tryna waste time
Drop that ass low like a bass line
Popped a pill I can't feel my face
I'm solar system, I'm outer space
I'm potion sippin' can't keep my pace
This molly water don't need no chase
I'm floatin', floatin', floatin'
Space, I'm floating
Space, I'm floating
Floating
Floating
Floating
She bitin' on my lip
I put my hands oh her neck
She feeling all on my-my
She feeling all on my chest
Taking my breath away
This bitch done got me obsessed
Her touch like ecstasy
Grip on her waistline, ain't tryna waste time
Drop that ass low like a bass line
Popped a pill I can't feel my face
I'm solar system, I'm outer space
I'm potion sippin' can't keep my pace
This molly water don't need no chase
I'm floatin', floatin', floatin'
Space, I'm floating
(Space, I'm floating)
Grip on her waistline, ain't tryna waste time
Drop that ass low like a bass line
Grip on her waistline, ain't tryna waste time
Drop that ass low like a bass line
Grip on her waistline, ain't tryna waste time
Drop that ass low like a bass line
Eyes roll back in my head
No time for sleeping, I'm geekin'
I might just dance till I'm dead
Oh, what a happy ending
Chemicals in my body
Chemicals in my body
I'm in love with pink molly
I'm in love with-with-with
Grip on her waistline, ain't tryna waste time
Drop that ass low like a bass line
Popped a pill I can't feel my face
I'm solar system, I'm outer space
I'm potion sippin' can't keep my pace
This molly water don't need no chase
I'm floatin', floatin', floatin'
Space, I'm floating
Space, I'm floating
Floating
Floating
Floating
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Writer(s): Jouneau Adam
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