Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffrey Makarauskas
Songwriter
Lyrics
God landed on an alien planet
I don't burn it
Yep, I planned this
Can almost manage to stand a cannabis
Hold my hand my man
Can you please tell me I exist
Smashed my hatchback Azteca amarilla
I'lls be needin' a decent cleanup
After diarrhea
I mean, when I define retire
Find a buyer for my biosphere in China
It's fully filled with taxidermy me
Mini little dittys of when we were extreme
Ticklin' my big fancy
Home alone dancing
Wiscansin
God damn it
I'm handsome
In my museum, we open after 3 p.m
Quicker to get a monument
She catch up on my condiments
Anonymous, my obelisk not so
And I'm not proud of this
A cop is hoppin' a curb to pop and lock up my Minaj'n Twins
Nicki, give me shimmy
Kitty, kitty, come and get at me
Freaky indiscreetly in the city gettin' jiggy
Hippy dippy bitches get my digits with your Ouijas
Animated castration of an astronaut
Blasting off, named Anton
Stop and take Pause
Tomorrow to Mars
Neutered is all
'Cause Anton's a dog
Goddamit, amen, am I saying it right?
Dimensionality is fantastic for free
Hammersteined my amnesty
Can sing anything I think
Intend to dent a mint condition blender in the blink of an eye
Inspired to light fire as Meijer's
Admirers tied 'em down until I said I was tired
Umpire lied a lot this week
I made and take my shit way discreetly
Flippin' a bitch
Is similar if ya message is directa
See, Dios need to see you steering your own cars
Now grab the wheel, go meta far
Discover you came from where you are
Now flip the bitch and go and drive your god damn cause
Is that all you wanted
'Cause I got a lot more to give and my god I want it
Lift off in my garden
Goddammit get funky
No you can't control your body (Control the money)
Writer(s): Jeffrey Makarauskas
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com