space bound

i got a sweet 20 sack on me
she’s just some reg hommie
but she got them soup coolers, damn right she gone blow me
i mean, i’ma get blowed
shit, i might even get throwed
but first i gotta split and dump them guts down the kamode
then i’ma roller her up tight
word to Houston, i’m blast’in off tonight
and when them rockets kick i’ll be like Jeezy, “THAT’S RIGHT!”
you might find me bounce’in through the club like i was on the moon
with my head above the clouds like helium balloon
but don’t try to holla, don’t try to spark up conversation
i be so high you can’t reach me with the fuck’in space station