That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money
Is my last girlfriend was horrible like hell facing the real me
Now i ain't saying i'm mad, but i'm gunning for your heads
Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense
My mom gave me two selections
They bringing me fish and chips
Heads chocker got the chopper over me,
We came.. way too far pretty baby
Hold up yea we the best
Harder than i did your girlfriend,
Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack
Rappers wanna battle me, i have to mail their heads back
Around the same year, i did your girlfriend in the rear,
So on my way here i hit a couple of queer
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