Danny Brown - Spaceship lyrics

[Hook: Camu Tao] You don't know how to drive a spaceship You don't know how to fly a car You don't know how to drive a spaceship You don't know how to fly your car [Verse 1: Camu Tao] What's you peoples on? Get your people going shuffle Giving a vortex, why you lying again? Spitting sh** stupid, you trying again Whose bones you trying to bend? Extra large sh**, super sh**, what's your name kid, son What your game is, what your fame... Come in the b**hes' hair then she runs in the house You don't know what the daily letter is? It's sewed on your cardigan sweater kid We're like a bunch of odor eaters A bunch of overachievers A bunch of old cheaters A bunch of old n***as with salone(?) penis You got a cup with your name on it You got a ecko shirt with a sh** stain on it You put a five on it, put a pain on it We bopped the dick and put your d-d-d-d-dame on it Get on it [Hook: Camu Tao] You don't know how to drive a spaceship You don't know how to fly a car You don't know how to drive a spaceship You don't know how to fly a car You put a five on it, put a pain on it You put a five on it, put a pain on it You put a five on it, put a pain on it You put a five on it, put a pain on it [Verse 2: Danny Brown] Check! Rolling off the ecstasy f**ing with a raver chick Wave the dick in front of her face like it's a glowstick With d** I do aerobic You stretch it, then work out My dick begging her serving, she still be tryna make-out Way out my body, out to southern(?) Vegas Like to drink beer with mashed potatoes Round like Retinobel(?)... If you don't get back, Dan Bro, you are lame f**ing hoes like my dick made of polyurethane Poly then a different lane, they wanna merge over Tell your b**h respeco... Used to whip the soda her, go like... soda Getting money gonna be like... Tell her I feel alone cause I f**ed up the... And started Bruiser Brigade, now a n***a can... [Hook] [Verse 3: Copywrite] Dear diarrhea, I have severe diarrhea Going on any MC that I hear by a speaka On a beer diet, nearsighted Come and get here, buy a Tyson on the Mike so your ear bite it MXC, put the C-O on the M-A-P, G A lot of them wack, but them ain't we C-E, then when Dom down I'm still hard than the SATs It sound crisp when Pete slurring You put the eaturing in featuring Rocka buy your song that go to sleep during Copyright the rhyme so it don't eat words and I write a jam determing It come so easy I don't plan to word it In the back of the limo I got a man with bourbon Fraud on the beat, now I'm all over the web Spiderman's detergent [Hook]