Space Flight

Verse:
Yo, open your news day to a new page
Yo, this the new wave where bodies stench and blood
Ladies to park bench my sharks grin might deceive you
I arch my fangs and bleed you prowess look at the skies, cloudless
My lasers drip like ink, exfoliating paper
Meet the real writer, you'll meet the nicest
No hype, just Brazilian girls that suntan my name on they chest
Oil and breasts, my flex is exotic tales
The first signs of spring, and then the summer fell
The front page read, you been dead
Yo, you a walking zombie, that's why your city's sleepless
Under red palm trees
You niggas need anything, then call me

Chorus:
Yo, the jet fuel smoke tastes like space flight on the eighth night Vampire dreams under daylight
It's like Sinners, we the winners, strongest play life
Yo, the jet fuel smoke tastes like space flight on the eighth night Vampire dreams under daylight
It's like Sinners, we the winners, strongest play life

Verse:
Machine shells on the shelves where your head swelled for days, Nobody found his body, He was a homebody anyway
Wasn't type strange till his phone just rang, It rang seven days till his battery drained
Caught a stray from these two niggas shooting over a bitch
The motive is, he caught the other nigga babysitting his kids
The loss of innocence will take you over the bridge
Three weeks later though, they both got killed and rinsed
All you could do was light a spliff

Chorus:
Yo, the jet fuel smoke tastes like space flight on the eighth night Vampire dreams under daylight
It's like Sinners, we the winners, strongest play life