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kid phylo - outa space lyrics

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[intro]
i’m high, i’m from outer sp+ce
i got milky way for blood, evolution in my veins
i’m gone, i’ve been far away
i’m a lumineer now, make moves, start waves

[pre+chorus]
know what i seen
i got b+tches who gon’ slide with the beam
ain’t no rat, but i love me my cheese
ain’t no cappin’ when i say what i mean
big boss, i done came with the team
kick rocks, they ain’t payin’ a fee
big boss, b+tch, i came with the team
kick rocks, they ain’t payin’ a fee

[chorus]
i really trusted somebody
now i don’t f+ck with n0body
said, b+tch, my diamonds r+t+rded
never thought that i’d get it
went so quick, now i got it
have a look how i’m livin’
all these drugs, gotta stop it
just came back from the kitchen
likе, b+tch, how bad do you want it?
[verse]
i do not change, nah, nah
i’m with the gang, nah, nah
i’m with the gang, nah, nah
i do not changе, nah, nah
i let it rain, nah, nah
trippin’, i’m goin’, in sideways now (ooh)
goin’ in sideways now
ooh
all of the hitters, they pull up and shoot
i, i, i, gon’ pull up on ’em, mmm
i, i, i pull up on ’em, ooh
i, i, i don’t know what to do
thought it was fly, so i copped it
i don’t lie, i’m just honest
play this game like i started
straight out the streets to an artist
got everything that i wanted
straight out the streets to an artist
they threw that shade, so i caught it
i turned my b+tch to a goddess

[pre+chorus]
i’m, b+tch, i’m with the gang
i got plenty little shooters goin’ at your brain
oh, my god, this sh+t don’t feel the same
i got plenty of lil’ shooters goin’ at your brain
[interlude]
i’ve been dreaming about flying for a long time
i had a vision from the greys, they want to co+sign
artificially intelligent, new ai
i’m your future, past, and present, i’m the fine line

[chorus]
i really trusted somebody
now i don’t f+ck with n0body
said, b+tch, my diamonds r+t+rded
never thought that i’d get it
went so quick, now i got it
have a look how i’m livin’
all these drugs, gotta stop it
just came back from the kitchen
like, b+tch, how bad do you want it?



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