Jarren Benton, A.Leon Craft - A Spacesuit & Parachutes lyrics
[Jarren Benton, A.Leon Craft - A Spacesuit & Parachutes lyrics]
Earth to Mr benton
Man these pills got me feeling
Like the Earth is missin’
And you so pussy you can birth an infant
And I’m here to spoon feed
You fuckers something different
Zone 6 lunatics we will bury you
I’m so fuckin’ high I need
A spacesuit and parachutes
Supermarket knife attack
Put a hit out on the booth
Now show me where the mic is at
Battlestar Galactica
These niggas ain’t real they’re
Like Avatars and Dracula
Haters wanna shoot me out the sky like Galaga
Soaring out the Earth with your
Bitch in the passanger
These niggas ain’t ready homes
They are on romanic get aways
With Bishop Eddie Long
Welcome to the Terradome
And I am no neurologist but your
Bitch gives me hella dome
And I am feelin’ so fuckin’ rad
Totally awsome dude
The best feelin’ I’ve had
I bet they wonder what we smoke
They wanna travel where we go
But, you should know we don’t need no roads
Propose a toast cause we’re on top now
I’m up in Mars with the top down
They wanna travel where we go
Put that flame up to that killer
Let it smoke we don’t need no woose
Mothership Decatur blasting off-off
To another galaxy with a pretty
Ass Martian break her off-off
It licks her soft, inside her jaw
Travelling through wormholes folding space to
A brand new world
Then it’s back to the Earth
Cadillac no skirt with paint like
A brand new curl
Yeah, that thang tripping, energy’s constant
No beginning
Bitch I’m a monster, mic’s on ripping
My shit be bumping, eardrum bleeding
Kush platform, no babysitting
I transform, supreme new being
I go hard, I can pitch nine innings
CC sabathia
You don’t really want me after ya
East ATLiens kinda throwed off
We settle like traffickers
Soundwaves and decibels
Hack in the brainwaves, tappin’ the mainframe
Girls go crazy, make ‘em wanna hit that flow
Drop low and back it up
Haters just pack it up
Pinch my cheek I’m mess it up
Too far gone, I’m an astronaut
You’re not doper than presrciption durgs
Alien crafts, spittin’ sky rap
Solar system fly, Google sky map
Same shit different day
The planet still orbitin’
Marty so fly I’m pullin’ hoes in my DeLorean
Where we’re goin’ we don’t need roads
Just a gas mask, oxygene and some weed smoke
So fresh, so clean, I’m an Outkast
Eastside, ain’t hit a nigga, doubt that
When I pull up in the Chevy
With the bass beatin’ heavy
Tell me what you motherfuckers
Know about that yeah, Jarren John Rambo
Suicide bomb a sucka nigga
Yeah I plan to blow
Cram a dick down your nana’s throat
Bitch if you sick then
I’m the motherfuckin’ antidote
Bullshit walks and money flies
The industry is a bunch of
Fuckin’ robots like Johnny Five
Honey hi, I’m home
And they wonder what I am on
And I’ve got so high I’m blown
And they wonder where I have gone
Right here in the twilight zone
My spaceship flies alone
Here all I need just two
Turn tables and one microphone
Man these pills got me feeling
Like the Earth is missin’
And you so pussy you can birth an infant
And I’m here to spoon feed
You fuckers something different
Zone 6 lunatics we will bury you
I’m so fuckin’ high I need
A spacesuit and parachutes
Supermarket knife attack
Put a hit out on the booth
Now show me where the mic is at
Battlestar Galactica
These niggas ain’t real they’re
Like Avatars and Dracula
Haters wanna shoot me out the sky like Galaga
Soaring out the Earth with your
Bitch in the passanger
These niggas ain’t ready homes
They are on romanic get aways
With Bishop Eddie Long
Welcome to the Terradome
And I am no neurologist but your
Bitch gives me hella dome
And I am feelin’ so fuckin’ rad
Totally awsome dude
The best feelin’ I’ve had
I bet they wonder what we smoke
They wanna travel where we go
But, you should know we don’t need no roads
Propose a toast cause we’re on top now
I’m up in Mars with the top down
They wanna travel where we go
Put that flame up to that killer
Let it smoke we don’t need no woose
Mothership Decatur blasting off-off
To another galaxy with a pretty
Ass Martian break her off-off
It licks her soft, inside her jaw
Travelling through wormholes folding space to
A brand new world
Then it’s back to the Earth
Cadillac no skirt with paint like
A brand new curl
Yeah, that thang tripping, energy’s constant
No beginning
Bitch I’m a monster, mic’s on ripping
My shit be bumping, eardrum bleeding
Kush platform, no babysitting
I transform, supreme new being
I go hard, I can pitch nine innings
CC sabathia
You don’t really want me after ya
East ATLiens kinda throwed off
We settle like traffickers
Soundwaves and decibels
Hack in the brainwaves, tappin’ the mainframe
Girls go crazy, make ‘em wanna hit that flow
Drop low and back it up
Haters just pack it up
Pinch my cheek I’m mess it up
Too far gone, I’m an astronaut
You’re not doper than presrciption durgs
Alien crafts, spittin’ sky rap
Solar system fly, Google sky map
Same shit different day
The planet still orbitin’
Marty so fly I’m pullin’ hoes in my DeLorean
Where we’re goin’ we don’t need roads
Just a gas mask, oxygene and some weed smoke
So fresh, so clean, I’m an Outkast
Eastside, ain’t hit a nigga, doubt that
When I pull up in the Chevy
With the bass beatin’ heavy
Tell me what you motherfuckers
Know about that yeah, Jarren John Rambo
Suicide bomb a sucka nigga
Yeah I plan to blow
Cram a dick down your nana’s throat
Bitch if you sick then
I’m the motherfuckin’ antidote
Bullshit walks and money flies
The industry is a bunch of
Fuckin’ robots like Johnny Five
Honey hi, I’m home
And they wonder what I am on
And I’ve got so high I’m blown
And they wonder where I have gone
Right here in the twilight zone
My spaceship flies alone
Here all I need just two
Turn tables and one microphone