[Verse 1]
I'm sick, so I get my medicinal fix
Chewing on a Twix
Breaking b**hes off like twigs
Take 'em out with a brick
Traveling like fire on a wick
I flow like piss so I'm someone to dig
My presence is big, Notorious
Rhyming glorious so I get framed like portraits
Tryna grow like metamorphosis
Puffing on the green, photosynthesis
I'm so high, I'm starting to orbit
Dank weed, smell it on my breath
I need some Orbit gum
My tongue is numb
Looking for someone young and dumb
Then fill them full of cum
When I put 'em on this dick, but that ain't realistic
Cause I just want to rap
I hope you're feeling that
I'm just tryna elevate
On the hella straight path
To the top of rap
Like I've got some mathematical equation or formula
Tryna write bars so I sound like a foreigner
To this planet, from outer space
Writing 'til I'm out of space
[Chorus]
Yeah, writing 'til I'm out of space
In outer space
This weed we puffing on, has got to be laced
Cause I'm feeling real spaced
Writing 'til I'm out of space, in outer space
[Verse 2]
Recording, the Outerspace mix-tape is real great
But I know with any record, I'll get a lot of hate
But in my eyes, it's not up for debate
I make music to relate to
Even if it's only for a few
People, or a few more years
I put emotion in my music like it endorses tears
Just calm down, and put your nut-sack away, that's gay
I'm making music for you to chill, sit back and play
Don't be hating, you're just wasting your day away
This ain't a silhouette
You think it is? I'll k** your pet
I like to chill, but any threat'll get wrecked
And I would bet that I could make a b**h wet in a sec
Maybe kiss her on the neck
f** her on the deck
And you can bet
I'm the last motherf**er to get slept, on
[Chorus]