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Aye Yeah I'm outta here Yeah I'm outta here Lightyears ahead Lightyears ahead I'm outta here Yeah I'm outta here Lightyears ahead Lightyears ahead Wake up from deep sweats from having nightmares No they cannot comprehend just where my mind is Pull up wit the Taskforce If I said it it's timeless I told her go get her passport, lets go hit the islands Aye me and these niggas not thinking the same Gimme a minute I flood out the chain Walk through wit my troops we be moving so militant I'm putting this shit on today for all of my brothers that can't I promise I'll make em feel it Them boys doubted this shit boy I been a menace If it's one thing I'm bout boy I'm bout my business Dem boys chasing that clout I'm more bout the riches I swear me and my brothers we been had the vision Ya'll niggas keep talking like we ain't invent it I swear we going to the moon, I might pull off in a space coupe Stars on my feet Golden Goose on my sneaks Eat up da beat boy I'm ready to feast Alyx on me, Prada just for the Ski Margiela replica yea through any weather Fishscale, all over my lense 45 on the side of my 10's Maison Francis she told me that'e her favorite Bitch I'm gone I don't think you could save me Meanwhile got fuck up the safe Meanwhile I been keeping my faith These niggas gone talk on yo name I'm outta here Yeah I'm outta here Lightyears ahead Lightyears ahead I'm outta here Yeah I'm outta here Lightyears ahead Lightyears ahead Now you make it to 30, they gone retire ya jersey The shit you been kicking could split up the vision Just make sure it's worth it, yea What's ya purpose? Which one you workin, yea I'm cutting the grass, watching the serpents Fucked in the back of the coupe, it was urgent Put her on mink rugs, think it's Persian Big guap for a big purchase Tick-tock Rollie, niggas hell I remember weighing on a scale Wit a bad ting, call her Belle I remember thinking I would fail Look at it like Ye, they seeing I didn't Fake from the beginning, he cap like a fitted I'm at it, I'm in it No talking, let's get it! No ramen, I'm dining Eat lamb, wit the spinach Fuck is you sayin, I go Super Saiyan' I hit from da back and I'm doing my dance They counted me out, and I'm counting up bands Tame Impala, niggas imposters I ain't grow up, looking up to doctors Don't jump in that water, them niggas piranhas I'm lightyears away Baby I'm light years away Extraterrestrial babe Can't see you, Rick Owen shades, yea Really I'm throwing shade Flying up, outer space Coupe look like galatica Might never get back to ya Really I'm in my zone Can't come to the phone Ahead of these niggas I'm chosen
Writer(s): William Harris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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