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I'm gone to the moon, im gone to the moon, im gone to the moon, (yeah) im float like balloon
im gone to the moon, im gone to the moon, im gone to the moon, im float like balloon
(yeah)
i smoke a box of blunts for breakfast, (aye), and i woke up like Hue Hefner, (aye), i had too switch her out my old phone, (aye), and i just got back from Tokyo, (aye), i put spikes on all my trucks now, (aye), im in Pluto i aint coming down, (aye), and im cooking Amy Winehouse, (aye), and its stanking up the whole house, (aye), i be mix matching designer, (aye), i get a hundred dollar line up, (aye), i bought the plasma for the weekend, (aye), you betta see what my little beat in,
i drunk a gallon of lean, (yeah yeah), took a half of a bean, (yeah yeah), take shit to the extreme, (yeah yeah), young future supreme, (yeah yeah), im chasing that cream, (yeah yeah), i glize and i gleam, (yeah yeah), i pop the machine, (yeah yeah), i jump out the thing, (yeah yeah), i went back to cali,(yeah yeah), found me a plug, (yeah yeah), came to atlanta, (yeah yeah), with L.A. bud, (yeah yeah), you blood and you cuz, (yeah yeah), lets get us some goup, (yeah yeah), ralph luaren box, (yeah yeah), ralph luaren socks, (yeah yeah), snapback top, (yeah yeah), sit on my locks, (yeah yeah), these hoes gone jock, (yeah yeah), they work round the clock, (yeah yeah), first by the flock, (yeah yeah), couped up in the drop, (yeah yeah), all this cash, (yeah yeah), my rubberband popped, (yeah yeah)
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