Walking on the moon, feeling like I'm Michael Jackson
Fucking on your boo, tryna get some satisfaction
Rolling with the crew, pull up with the Smith & Wesson
I don't fuck with
One hit of the bong & I'm high in the sky man
Lungs be turning black like the world for a blind man
I'm just getting high on my anti social island
Hold up that's my room, still I'm living on cloud 9 damn
I'm traveling to space
If life's no competition, why we called the human race
I know I don't belong, I feel like I'm out of place
Should be living with the Martians, zooming far away wait
I feel I'm out of place
Should be living with the Martians zooming far away
I feel I'm out of place
Should be living with the Martians zooming far away
Walking on the moon, feeling like I'm Michael Jackson
Fucking on your boo, tryna get some satisfaction
Rolling with the crew, pull up with the Smith & Wesson
I don't fuck with you, you
Walking on the moon, feeling like I'm Michael Jackson
Fucking on your boo, tryna get some satisfaction
Rolling with the crew, pull up with the Smith & Wesson
I don't fuck with you, you
Walking on the moon, feeling like I'm Michael Jackson
Fucking on your boo, tryna get some satisfaction
Rolling with the crew, pull up with the Smith & Wesson
I don't fuck with you, you