President T - Over The Moon lyrics

(If we remain confined to planet Earth
Sooner or later we will destroy ourselves
The only long-term survival plan that works
Is to spread out into space) yeah!

Over the moon, over the moon
President T is over the moon
One likkle bar, over your tune
Nobody sending? Must be immune
No pretending, you will hear a gunshot soon
Keep on defending? Must be a goon
This time next year, man's gonna be a tycoon

They said they'd make it rain
When I come around, there's a monsoon
Can't see a crossbow, never had
A Ruger, run man down, call me a Cougar
Jumped in the Addison Lee
Buss two shots at your Uber
"Prez, have you been stabbed in the back?"
"All for a pack
You will get stabbed in the trap"
Went down the stairs, went down the stairs
Commit the crime, five for the strap
Three for the squares send me the biscuit
You will need window repairs
When this 6 foot black man
Stares, open your eyelids
Brush out your ears
Euro car parts without the spares
(go, go, go, go) nobody compares, all of my
Gang 'dem are holders, nobody's got shares
Nah, call me a wise guy
Man want to climb but they won't rise hype
Woah, it's a Presidential game
"I won't spit" "Why?
"The instrumental's plain"
Talking big, but when I check it out
Them man are likkle like Wayne

Over the moon, over the moon
President T is over the moon
One likkle bar, over your tune
Nobody sending? Must be immune
No pretending, you will hear a gunshot soon
Keep on defending, must be a goon
This time next year, man's gonna be a tycoon