Galaxy

Uh Yeah yeah Have to turn this beat up a little bit Ya know? Uh, yeah We floating through the galaxy You come in peace Never fall for that fallacy Spaceship type whip Homies will vouch for me Runs on pimp juice Not gasoline Uh, yeah Aliens on another planet They can smell the green Saran Wrap it Might trip out or something Blast them ray guns Saying Easee J is too out of touch No, I'm out of reach You can't touch me Got antennas telling me the surroundings Craters, zero gravity We flying Plant my flag on every planet I can't stay silent ET buddy signing he comes in peace Ain't like the ones on earth What a relief Flying past stars, fly into black holes Different dimensions I'm tripping Man, that blows So hard to breathe when you flying light years No oxygen But the only thing that I fear Is what we might find Cuz I can inhale, exhale and be great So now you tryna come to place? You gonna suffocate, yeah Yeah we floating through the galaxy You come in peace Never fall for that fallacy Spaceship type whip Homies will vouch for me Runs on pimp juice Not gasoline Yeah There's definitely life that these places can sustain Visit Saturns ring Like a hula-hoop Copped a coupe rocket It got room just for me and you UFO's flying right behind and on the side So it can blast unfriendly's Out the way of my eyes So we can get back with ease Lava Sun blinding me F*ck, I need you please The only way imma be aight Is if you throw some alcohol into the sky And I jump up, catch it in my wind pipes Shit, was like I got rescued and recharged Can see all thing little and large Stop at Mars Enjoy the Milky Way Destroy the Astroids coming to earth Don't want you to die although you annoy The f*ck out of me When I land, no cameras, no TV Didn't even know you was about to die and only alive cuz of E and my alien team Yeah we floating through the galaxy You come in peace Never fall for that fallacy Spaceship type whip Homies will vouch for me Runs on pimp juice Not gasoline Yeah we floating through the galaxy You come in peace Never fall for that fallacy Spaceship type whip Homies will vouch for me Runs on pimp juice Not gasoline Na Yeah, we floating through the galaxy Man, I had a third verse written but, it didn't stop, when I planned on it So I cut it short So I couldn't do it Talking about like, alien pussy and shit Ha But I'm glad I didn't do that shit Y'all would've been like what the f*ck? It's off topic anyways you know? Uh