This is a song about "Kerbal space program"

We're running out of space,

Baby got that super bass

If your head right, i’ll be there every night

Equate to get straight with the program, wipe

Remmember i'm jade not a waist of space

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

Overall, your lost in deep space,

Tryin hard to hide my face

Music getting louder, bass is bumping out in outer space

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

My plots foreseen, you dorks'll fall between warps of time and space

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

To put up with or tolerate this waste of space

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

Say you through will all my foul ways

Overseas or outer space