Kozzie Kellz - OUTER SPACE

I feel like I’m outer space
I feel like I’m outer space
I feel like I’m outer space yeah
I feel like I’m outer space
I’m smoking on dope
Backwoods to the face
I be dripping like everyday
That’s prolly why shorty wants to Come to my place
Yeah I had to say my grace
I was starving now it’s food on my Plate
Yeah I had to make a play
It’s a million ways that you can get Paid
You know I might pay to play but
I swear to God I don’t play when I Pay
And I can just peep the vibes
From a distance I can tell that you Fake
So you know I be staying away
Prolly blow a eigthy with your bae
Low bubble tinted in the wraith
Look up see the stars
Took her outer space
But shorty know she for the streets
She be with a different nigga every Week
I’m just Kermit sipping on my tea
(I gotta keep it playa baby)
I’m just Kermit sipping on my tea
Working, grinding 7 days of the Week
I’m that same young nigga from the 3
Don’t call my phone
With all that nonsense
You need to stop it
Go get to a bag
Go get off ya ass
Go make yu sum profit
I been the man
All in my city
You know I got options
I got your shorty
Hitting me up
Cause I took her shopping
Yeah
Told that b**** to
Ride my d*** just like
The last hoe
Yeah I’m rocking with
Jubee and
That’s a fact tho
Pour up Henny
Like my shit dark
Like a shadow
My fingers itching
For that paper
Need them racks tho
Hold up
This shit heavy
Nah
They not ready
Smoking on gas
This not the getty
Shorty gone slurp
Me up spaghetti
Keep that head steady
Baby girl don’t you play
Don’t be petty
I’m trying to figure out
How you a neat freak
But when you give top
Man that shit be so messy
I feel like I’m outer space
I’m smoking on dope
Backwoods to the face
I be dripping like everyday
That’s prolly why shorty wants to Come to my place
Yeah I had to say my grace
I was starving now it’s food on my Plate
Yeah I had to make a play
It’s a million ways that you can get Paid
You know I might pay to play but
I swear to God I don’t play when I Pay
And I can just peep the vibes
From a distance I can tell that you Fake
So you know I be staying away
Prolly blow a eigthy with your bae
Low bubble tinted in the wraith
Look up see the stars
Took her outer space
I feel like I’m outer space
I feel like I’m outer space
I feel like I’m outer space yeah

Written by:
Markel Carey

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