Outer Space - Rehab

There comes a time when you realize

Been worried about a lot of things that don’t matter

I gotta do me!

I gotta do me!

Yeah, I gotta do me!

I was watchin' television when it hit me

Made me think about how little bitty Danny really is

Now I can put a heap 'a jewelry on my neck and trick a bitch

And make her think I’m mega-rich

And play the part of ballerific like I never dug a ditch

Paint a picture of myself to look as if I had it all together

Never shook, and when she took a sip of the kool-aid that a fool made

There’d be a liar liar pants on fire, and it’d be too late

The damage it’d done be done

Forgive me for my sin God, I know I’ve been a nimrod

Been trying to be what I’m not, put my worth in a big wad

I cashin pushin big body, Benz’s flashy ferrari’s

I’m just so so sorry.

I guess I just forgot

I’m sitting on a ball in outer space, riding round the universe at the speed of

sight

I sure got a big front yard

Watch what I’m about to find

Watch what I’m about to find

Watch what I’m about to find

When the runway’s clear, I’m leaving this atmosphere

Just to see what’s poppin' beyond the ozone yeah

And I’mma orbit this bitch and search for what I believe

How fucking big could the universe really be?

And if it’s light years in diameter, then everyone’s an amateur

Cause you can’t break, bend, or either understand what it takes

To keep the shit in tact.

And if it fell in, could you build the shit back?

And if you met a alien, what the fuck would you say?

Lock him up for experiments or let him be on his way?

If he could cure cancer or have a sex tape

He’d be equally as famous and he can wear a cape

And we can make some toys, and all of the kids could play

And we could tell 'em stories about back in the day

When there was no iPhones, and no Lil Waynes

No long-term treatment, no problems with Cocaine

Where everything was lovely, gas was affordable

Ass wasn’t easy, but you could hit it raw with no thought of a lawyer

Everything was fun-like, dipping 60 thousand miles an hour 'round the sun

I’m sitting on a ball in outer space, riding round the universe at the speed of

sight

I sure got a big front yard

Watch what I’m about to find

Watch what I’m about to find

Watch what I’m about to find

And all my people that have passed away before me up in heaven

Whichever direction that may be in

I know they seein past the sputnicks and whatnot

The satellites and gases down through the clouds just

«Look at his little ass making Galileo hallelujah»

Spittin was comin to me, gettin was comin to me

They say I’m outta my mind

But them same folks couldn’t think outside the box if they were buried alive

What’s up my organism?

Thanks for the mortal wisdom, appreciate it

But I’mma try to kiss the sky like a jimmy before me did it and fly wit it

What is left right?

What is up and down?

This is a close encounter

No I’m not dosed down

I’m in a planetary, bumpin' through your solar system on a mission

Known to spit some.

What the fuck ya talkin bout?

Spread the good news Gary, I’m great space coastin'

«Houston, we have powered down the main thrusters, and we are floating… over»

I’m sitting on a ball in outer space, riding round the universe at the speed of

sight

I sure got a big front yard

Watch what I’m about to find

Watch what I’m about to find

Watch what I’m about to find

Look Mama, no hands!

Standin' on the 3rd rock

From the sun an' surfing round the universe

Can you dig it?

Look Mama, no hands!

Standin' on the 3rd rock

From the sun an' surfing round the universe

Can you dig it?