[Intro:] Oh you wrong, you gots to get right with yourself Sinner please, you could never get with the god Oh you wrong, you gots to get right with yourself Sinner please, you could never get with the god [Verse 1:] Don't wanna fake that smile, don't wanna have that talk Don't wanna make that child or let the suspect walk Don't wanna take it to trial or settle out of court Just wanna shoot down the stork Don't want a long disclaimer as a preference to your short story Don't wanna sum up in one sentence why your sort bores me In fact, one more word out of you and the girl gets it You're so bossy in a world that has no work ethic So let's shake to that, don't wanna give you dap Or figure out whatever hand dance you're bringing back For I am not a tween, don't wanna talk with memes Or let the internet infiltrate all my dreams So what do I want? Want now? To exercise my right to be hostile and drop trou Hey, you, get off that cloud You don't know what that technology allows I don't wanna weigh it out, don't wanna be more patient Don't want a bank account charging me for paper statements Don't want no ancient astrology stopping me From boarding the spaceship once it gets to our colony cause [Hook:] All I ever wanted was space Cause all I ever wanted was space Cause all I ever wanted was space Cause all I ever wanted was the place she feared most [Verse 2:] I could mock a k**ingbird without dropping a single word I'd flip the middle finger till he's stoughing in the herb My catapult becomes a d**h wing To a red phone in the west wing, y'all are soon to fall For the oldest-known joke in the phone book (what the f**'s the phone book?) That's like a black book for fat folks who don't cook Pick-up or delivery? Sick of this chivalry Just tell me what you're willing to give to me and we go from there Well hello there, dressed to impress but going nowhere? Well let's go there Grown man flirting like it hurts him that he has to bother Is that your baby-baby bubba, does he have a father? Don't be insulted, that was off the top freestyle Still battle rappers for the custody like Cleese child These styles are fatherless, motherless, marvelous Adopted by every hip hop George Papadopoulos