Tekster: Baysiqly. Other. Space Music.

[Hook: x2]
I'm gonna put on a iron shirt
And chase Satan out of earth
I'm gonna send him to outer space
To find another race

Yeah...
I'm a need you all
To put on your space suits...
We're going a world apart...
It's time to take off, man

I feel so apart, away from this globe
Away from the nonsense, I feel it in my conscience
A skin full of bones, but a heart full of gold
I feel like this music could NEVER get old
Frustrated but damn, I made it, escaped unfaded
From all these fake groupies, and insecure haters
And through all this hiatus, I'm saying "hi, haters"
Can't shoot the boy down I'm on permanent high, haters
Flying saucers what I'm talking, not a big body Benz
Press the button up above, then I zoom off again
Green light gotta go, away from the common
Away from the simple, and relate Dennis Rodman
And trust it, I got dreams like Warren Buffett
Christy and Alice Walton, but you must think I'm bluffing
Well the sound of my voice is, parallel to none
But these little green martians, so let's talk this money, nigga

[Hook: x2]
I'm gonna put on a iron shirt
And chase Satan out of earth
I'm gonna send him to outer space
To find another race

Haha...
I gotta give my space ship a tune up, man
I got a long journey ahead of me
Haha...
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...

A man is truly known, by the company he keeps
Well friendships they end, when happiness is bleak
And when jealousy arises, there's back stab surprises
I myself have been around it, but I kept the mind crowded
Positive thoughts, seem to have taken me far
But beginning is easy, continuing is hard
So I've worked with my hands, sweating head to feet
Until I found my space ship and hovered off these gritty streets
See my family was needy, we never had much
So I can't tame the pressures, of taking desperate measures
My days of adolescence, staring at the sky
Begging why to my God and the man by his side
But unspoken answers, until I seen it clear
That I must build a rocket, to disappear from here
And disappear forever, light years a far
And spend time with music, my best friend on mars

[Hook: x2]
I'm gonna put on a iron shirt
And chase Satan out of earth
I'm gonna send him to outer space
To find another race

It's only right I show my appreciation to what loves me the most
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...

It's vital I'm an idol for the youth
No genie in here, just a bottle full of truth
A potion full of words, no goons nor vandals
No schemes nor scandals, just meanings unscrambled
The world is unsure why I'm here
Put down your satellites, my signals so clear
I see with both ears, and speak with face expressions
Don't worry how I'm dressing, but hear what I'm addressing
I seen how this game became a full mockery
I must now betray it, Tom Cruise talking "Valkyrie"
So this is now the property, of real concentrated
Space music done properly, conquering, poverty
I'm honoring, anyone who feels like me
And must build a space ship, to clear it like me
This is clear right here, what you all have chosen
And I ain't gotta beem you up, I'll leave the ship doors open, follow me.

[Hook: x2]
I'm gonna put on a iron shirt
And chase Satan out of earth
I'm gonna send him to outer space
To find another race

I need you all to strap on your seat belts,.. we're taking off...
E.R. I told you I got you homie...
Into a world of uncertainty...
(ha ha) yea yea yea...
Space music...