Lift Off

Lyrics
[Intro: Louie Pastel] In the distant future baby The sun is whoopin everybody's ass Earth finally threw in the towel It's finally going down And by down I mean up on Mars Women and children not guaranteed on this boat Unless you can buy yo way off this mothafucka that is [Verse 1: Louie Pastel & Felix] Going up, stacking up Fuck the moon, earth doomed Earth two, on the fourth rock Bitch lip lock, with your old life Kiss it goodbye, had a good time Get a suit and tie, for the funeral Are you gonna roll, or stay for the show? I'm getting out of here, I had enough of here [Chorus: Louie Pastel] Lift off Come on baby Lift off Let's go baby Lift off Come on baby Lift off Let's go baby Lift off Come on baby Lift off Let's get outta here Let's get outta here Let's get outta here [Verse 2: Felix] This world's falling off it's axis (Axis) Wanna leave but they'll deny us access (Access) They can sense the hood in my accent (Accent) Came too fast for reactions, huh Reality hits, now you're pregnant, huh If I could picture everything that happens I wouldn't be the one bent over backwards (Backwards) Tryna find out who contorts the captions (Captions) Of course this would happen Run for cover, this a campaign that we havin' Votes all in, no debating a classic Fight for your life, who the ref in these matches? Never stood a chance so we sit on our asses Got us goin' out in a similar fashion Tryna face the truth but you want us to mask it So burnt out, turn this bitch to a matchstick Eeeuugghh [Chorus: Louie Pastel] Lift off (9...) Come on baby Lift off (8...) Let's go baby Lift off (7...) Come on baby Lift off (6...) Let's go baby Lift off (5...) Come on baby Lift off (4...) Let's get outta here (3...) Let's get outta here (2...) Let's get outta here (1!) [Outro: Louie Pastel] Ain't right, something ain't right I rule, running outta rules Let's go, somewhere that I like Become, someone that I like Well, bitch, I know you– Bitch, I– (Ain't right, something ain't right) Well, bitch, I know you– Well, bitch, I know you– Bitch, I– (I rule, running outta rules) Well, bitch, I know you– Well, bitch, I know you– Bitch, I– (Let's go somewhere that I like) Well, bitch, I know you– Well, bitch, I– bitch, I– bitch, I– (Become someone that I like) Bitch, I– bitch, I– bitch, I– bitch, I– Bitch, I–
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Credits
- Writers
- Felix (Paris Texas)
- Louie Pastel
- Dilip
- Moises Estrada