Astronomer

I just went so damn up and it's stuck
Said he'll do better I told him "good luck"
Said he'll do better I told him "good luck"
Said he'll do better I told him "what's up"
Jordn silly, he been dreaming too big
Bitch, yeah, so what?
Jordn fiending, he ain't sleeping, bitch
Uh, yeah, so what?
I'm the astronomer
I know I'm gon' reach the stars, that shit in my blood, yeah, uh
Lil bitch, you can keep all 'em lil cars, just give me the truck
Oh, so you've been fucking struggling, yeah
I did too, good luck
Oh, so you just fucking fumbled, yeah
Can't relate, that's tough, yeah
Ain't feeling her wardrobe, so I (N)umber Nine'd all her stuff, yeah
I know that I'm the golden child
I was born to be number one, yeah
Too content and you will die
That's the way this lil world run, yeah
I'm not a social butterfly
But I'm spreading my wings til' it's done, uh
Bitch, I'm the astronomer, I'm observing it all, bitch
Bitch, I'm the astronomer, like spaceship, we go up, bitch
Bitch, I'm the astronomer, we flying, we don't do running, bitch
You landed on the moon, but I done reached the fucking sun, bitch
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, um, um
Huh, huh, huh, huh, um, um, huh, huh
I'm always ahead and clear minded
But you drunk, drunk
Stacks of that lil cash, what you finding, in the trunk, trunk
Keep all 'em lil hoes, don't need 'em, cuz I love one
Keep all 'em lil foes, don't need 'em, that shit nothing bruh
I don't like watches, but I got sum' to prove,
So give me a Patek, just one
I'm out the closet
But far as my momma just know
It's only girls that I want
I'm at the top, bitch
I'm at the top of my game
I'm a real king bout' this shit
Got it on lock, bitch
I could give a fuck bout the game
Just worried 'bout the pay and the music
You a lil dog, bitch
You a lil dog, you a dane
You do what I say and that's it
I'm a lil frog bitch
I'm going so up every day
I ain't kissing no prince, that's gay
It's not 'bout the pay
It's 'bout the creation
But if I made a billion, I would take it
If I made some mils, I would take it
Don't offer me deals, cuz I won't take it, go
Ain't feeling her wardrobe, so i (N)umber Nine'd all her stuff, yeah
I know that I'm the golden child
I was born to be number one, yeah
Too content and you will die
That's the way this lil world run, yeah
I'm not a social butterfly
But I'm spreading my wings til' it's done, uh
Bitch, I'm the astronomer, I'm observing it all, bitch
Bitch, I'm the astronomer, like spaceship, we go up, bitch
Bitch, I'm the astronomer, we flying, we don't do running, bitch
You landed on the moon, but I done reached the fucking sun, bitch
I'm not a newbie
I said "baby, let's just go and make a movie"
I said "baby, let's just go and make a new baby"
Bitch, we get high, we don't need marijuana, babe
Bitch, get it in stacks, bitch, we don't even need the bank
Yeah, don't care for the cash
I need a crib, I need my bae, yeah
I been getting money from all of this streaming
You boys are just late, yeah
PKJ ain't need to try that hard cuz' that shit came innately
Big boss, I'm the CEO, do what I say
The last two weeks like one long day
And while you fucking nap, I raise my rank
Excuse my fucking manners, I came late
But my bitch just came early, cuz' she stayed waiting
The blackout window car, and it look vacant
I'm astronomer, got blackout spaceship
I'm astronomer, explore Uranus
Uh, how many plays in one day, bitch
Make your own way out the storm, cuz' it ain't waiting for nobody
Make your own way out the storm, cuz' it ain't waiting for nobody
Make your own way out the storm, cuz' it ain't waiting for nobody
Better set your fucking pace, it gon' roll over the slow bodies
Better count your fucking days, I'm showing mercy to nobody
Winning streak from one play
This shit was planned
No lie
Make your own way out the storm, cuz' it ain't waiting for nobody
Make your own way out the storm, cuz' it ain't waiting for nobody



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Writer(s): Jordan Christian Lopez
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