Rittz - UFO lyrics

Verse 1: Homie, I’m not from this planet I know all that martian sh*t been done But I know how dumb it is I don’t know where all this wisdom from Just know that I’m authentic Different and I’m skippin’ to the rhythm of a different drum Flow toxic, so arsenic Levels to these lyricists, me and you are on a different one I got different groupies (?) in my bunk No Corona sh*t, don’t carry no virus (?) had to tell that b*tch “quiet” fu*k her missionary, grabbin’ on a dirty pair of Osiris High top fresh out of JC Penny (?) I see them babysitting They could (?) but they can’t be winning You a lame (?) name seem fitting If the shoe fit, tighten up your bootstrap Like a rednеck hoppin’ in his pickup truck With his (?) glass and a crew cap Took his wallet and his phone and his chеck cash stub And a wrecked dashboard soakin’ with his blood That some tough guys can’t stomach Them young fu*k boys that study my style Wanna come for my crown but just can’t cut it Wanna stab me in the back with a dull blade Haters wrinkle up their face like a shar pei puppy I pay nothin’ for the ice tray My chain, my ring, I went got made custom (?) put it on my pinky My homie try to say it’s too big (too big!) I thought I got rid of all my b*tchass friends Take 'em around somebody famous They be quick to jump dick Slick, tell ‘em nothin’, fu*k it, it does fit Walked in my nuts drag like a new bride Wedding dress when the maid of honor Straight forgot to walk behind her Had her trippin’ on her dress two times People look at me assumin’ I’ma be this cool guy Truth is my shoes are full of moon rocks (?) spacecraft when I pull off fu*k a helicopter pad rooftop, I’m in my Hook: UFO, flying saucer Start from ten and count to one It's like a rocket launcher When I'm in my UFO, flying saucer Take a look into a telescope and try to watch me When I'm in my UFO, flying saucer Causin' problems of a cosmic size proportion I'm in orbit in my UFO, flying saucer I forgot to say goodbye so tell 'em sayonara Verse 2: A L I, E N human bein’ They all lie, see and you believe it Guts spillin’ on a microphone like a bulemic Watson in the studio as soon as he hit record I feel like we went to Venus and we catch A reflex, a VS, a bean bag of big crescent moons Music hopefully that’ll soothe any depressing moods Stop a relapse on booze, hey My name is Johnny, I’m an addict, I’m an outlaw Now clean, but the rapper won’t allow me to blend in still Start pickin’ up the pen then feel while (?) Count each syllable, now each metaphor Might be better words I could use that’d work I forgot the cadence and the key that I used at first It happens every time I return back to Earth Unhuman motherfu*ker, don’t age Overweight, no hypeman on the whole stage When does he breathe? Handin’ out features for the free Done the sh*t people never did for me I’m an open book, flip the page if you wanna read Too deep to be tongue in cheek Too genius underneath the machine Buckle up, we about to see the unseen up in my Hook: UFO, flying saucer Start from ten and count to one It's like a rocket launcher When I'm in my UFO, flying saucer Take a look into a telescope and try to watch me When I'm in my UFO, flying saucer Causin' problems of a cosmic size proportion I'm in orbit in my UFO, flying saucer I forgot to say goodbye so tell 'em sayonara