Aleon Craft - A Spacesuit & Parachutes lyrics

[Verse 1: Jarren Benton] Earth to Mr. Benton Man these pills got me feeling like the Earth is missin' And you so p**y you can birth an infant And I'm here to spoon feed you f**ers something different Zone 6 lunatics we will bury you I'm so f**in' high I need a spacesuit and parachutes Supermarket knife attack Put a hit out on the booth, now show me where the mic is at Battlestar Galactica These n***as ain't real they're like Avatars and Dracula Haters wanna shoot me out the sky like Galaga Soaring out the Earth with your b**h in the pa**anger These n***as ain't ready homes They are on romanic get aways with Bishop Eddie Long Welcome to the Terradome And I am no neurologist but your b**h gives me hella dome [Hook: Jarren Benton] And I am feelin' so f**in' rad Totally awsome dude, the best feelin' I've had I bet they wonder what we smoke They wanna travel where we go But you should know we don't need no roads Propose a toast cause we're on top now I'm up in Mars with the top down They wanna travel where we go Put that flame up to that k**er, let it smoke We don't need no woose [Verse 2: Aleon Craft] Mothership Decatur blasting off-off To another galaxy with a pretty a** Martian break her off-off It licks her soft, inside her jaw Travelling through wormholes folding space to a brand new world Then it's back to the Earth, Cadillac no skirt with paint like a brand new curl Yeah, that thang tripping, energy's constant, no beginning b**h I'm a monster, mic's on ripping My sh** be bumping, eardrum bleeding Kush platform, no babysitting I transform, supreme new being I go hard, I can pitch nine innings C.C. Sabathia You don't really want me after ya East ATLiens kinda throwed off We settle like traffickers Soundwaves and decibels Hack in the brainwaves, tappin' the mainframe Girls go crazy, make ‘em wanna hit that flow, drop low and back it up Haters just pack it up Pinch my cheek I'm mess it up Too far gone, I'm an astronaut You're not doper than presrciption durgs Alien crafts, spittin' sky rap Solar system fly, Google sky map [Hook] [Verse 3: Jarren Benton] Same sh** different day, the planet still orbitin' Marty so fly I'm pullin' hoes in my DeLorean Where we're goin' we don't need roads Just a gas mask, oxygene and some weed smoke So fresh, so clean, I'm an Outkast Eastside, ain't hit a n***a, doubt that When I pull up in the Chevy with the ba** beatin' heavy Tell me what you motherf**ers know about that Yeah, Jarren John Rambo Suicide bomb a s**a n***a, yeah I plan to blow Cram a dick down your nana's throat b**h if you sick then I'm the motherf**in' antidote Bullsh** walks and money flies The industry is a bunch of f**in' robots like Johnny Five Honey hi, I'm home, and they wonder what I am on And I've got so high I'm blown And they wonder where I have gone Right here in the twilight zone My spaceship flies alone Here all I need just two turn tables and one microphone [Hook]