This is a song about "Space disco"

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

If you wanna take the chance we can dance without the disco

And any connotation is viewed many ways

You're a waste of time, a waste of space,

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

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

We're running out of space,

You're that secret place

In his body and face

Overall, your lost in deep space,

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Experimentation with inflation, float away in space and place a space station,

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

They say that i never cease to amaze

Overseas or outer space

Thinking of bliss and the good days