BAYSIQLY - Space Music lyrics

rate me

I'm gonna put on a iron shirt

And chase Satan out of earth

I'm gonna send him to outer space

To find another race

Yeah...

I'm a need you all

To put on your space suits...

We're going a world apart...

It's time to take off, man

I feel so apart, away from this globe

Away from the nonsense, I feel it in my conscience

A skin full of bones, but a heart full of gold

I feel like this music could NEVER get old

Frustrated but damn, I made it, escaped unfaded

From all these fake groupies, and insecure haters

And through all this hiatus, I'm saying "hi, haters"

Can't shoot the boy down I'm on permanent high, haters

Flying saucers what I'm talking, not a big body Benz

Press the button up above, then I zoom off again

Green light gotta go, away from the common

Away from the simple, and relate Dennis Rodman

And trust it, I got dreams like Warren Buffett

Christy and Alice Walton, but you must think I'm bluffing

Well the sound of my voice is, parallel to none

But these little green martians, so let's talk this money, nigga

I'm gonna put on a iron shirt

And chase Satan out of earth

I'm gonna send him to outer space

To find another race

Haha...

I gotta give my space ship a tune up, man

I got a long journey ahead of me

Haha...

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...

A man is truly known, by the company he keeps

Well friendships they end, when happiness is bleak

And when jealousy arises, there's back stab surprises

I myself have been around it, but I kept the mind crowded

Positive thoughts, seem to have taken me far

But beginning is easy, continuing is hard

So I've worked with my hands, sweating head to feet

Until I found my space ship and hovered off these gritty streets

See my family was needy, we never had much

So I can't tame the pressures, of taking desperate measures

My days of adolescence, staring at the sky

Begging why to my God and the man by his side

But unspoken answers, until I seen it clear

That I must build a rocket, to disappear from here

And disappear forever, light years a far

And spend time with music, my best friend on mars

I'm gonna put on a iron shirt

And chase Satan out of earth

I'm gonna send him to outer space

To find another race

It's only right I show my appreciation to what loves me the most

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...

It's vital I'm an idol for the youth

No genie in here, just a bottle full of truth

A potion full of words, no goons nor vandals

No schemes nor scandals, just meanings unscrambled

The world is unsure why I'm here

Put down your satellites, my signals so clear

I see with both ears, and speak with face expressions

Don't worry how I'm dressing, but hear what I'm addressing

I seen how this game became a full mockery

I must now betray it, Tom Cruise talking "Valkyrie"

So this is now the property, of real concentrated

Space music done properly, conquering, poverty

I'm honoring, anyone who feels like me

And must build a space ship, to clear it like me

This is clear right here, what you all have chosen

And I ain't gotta beem you up, I'll leave the ship doors open, follow me.

I'm gonna put on a iron shirt

And chase Satan out of earth

I'm gonna send him to outer space

To find another race

I need you all to strap on your seat belts,.. we're taking off...

E.R. I told you I got you homie...

Into a world of uncertainty...

(ha ha) yea yea yea...

Space music...