Blacki¢e - International Spaceman

Yeah you know that I’m so high
That I’m feelin’ just like an international spaceman
Why you all up in
My personal space like a face cam
If I really succeed and make it to the fame
Imma really just celebrate
Maybe do a handstand
My style is alright and so is the way I present myself
But damn nigga cause this beat really just sound like
Some magic beans or an elf on the shelf
I wanna make it to the fame
And just have a lot of wealth
And Imma also rock
A ton of different designer brands
Like I mean a lot of belts
And I’m drippin like the water
That’s surroundin’ Michael Phelps
Plus I’m smokin’ on this marijuana
And It’s the same color as some kelp
But these niggas that always talkin’ all this shit
Really dumb as fuck cause it really don’t even help
But again I was thinkin’ about It
And it might just be hereditary
Like bruh the shit that they be sayin’
Really just have me dead like I’m in a cemetery
And I’m smokin’ on some presidential kush
Yeah shout out to that nigga Barry
I’m really that boy I didn’t that say I was Larry
This beat really sound like someone laced my blunt
With the dust of a fairy
My dreadlocks are red the same color as a cherry
My hair be lookin’ bloody
But no I’m not talkin’ no Mary
I wanna hop in the Mercedes Benz
And really just cruise I ain’t talkin’ no Terry
But I’m really just cold like the month of February
Blackice I’m cold like the cubes
That are created right in the freezer
It’s only me on the beat going solo
I really just don’t even have any feature
I drip like the water that’s right in the bath
I turn on my songs and they know that it’s gas
I’m drippin’ so much Imma need me a raft
I wanna get me the racks
And then I’ll ball out wit class
Yo this beat really startin’ to sound like a xylophone
I knew I was special like it was in my DNA
Like a chromosome
I’m going hyper speed on
The beat
They know that I’m in my zone
I really wanna get me the cheese
And I’m talkin’ the provolone
I drip like the water that’s right in the bucket
I wanna buy me an island
Not talkin’ Nantucket
I really wanna prove all the haters wrong
And then I’ll tell them fuck you and suck it
Yeah fuck you and suck it

Written by:
David Clemons

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