Space - Russ

I’ts that west coast, best mode

Ride around and play shit

Dancing on the moon

As soon as I walk out my space ship

I make this

Music for myself

So fuck the fakeness

Either you gon' feel it

Cause you’re real or you’re gon' hate this

And my statement is my movement

I take it while you lose it

Facilitated dreams inbetween …

And the shepard

Converted she put every single record

And my good is always better than your best

So fuck your efforts

I’m a young gun

Gunnin' for your spot motherfucker

I’m the unsung, drumming at the top motherfucker

'til I die still I rise above the evils

Out in California steady lighting up the cheesel

Reme… and chains on the veins in the people

Tryna end the pain in a world of needles

Temptation runs deep when the truth acts feedle

And these beats my candles and my mind is the easle motherfucker

This can’t be real this feeling that I feel, yeah

But don’t you want it?

don’t you wanna have it?

Hanging in your face now you finally got to grab it

But I’m just me so how did I get this far?

yeah

But don’t I want it?

don’t I wanna have it?

Hanging in my face now I finally got to grab it

Flight light, brights lights on the runway

Rap dream, cash feen

Life on the one way

I sneak around with the devil every sunday

Rassle in these sheets as my beats freed the fodge way

We let the sun raise

Energize the power

Pass a couple blunts then we fuck inside the shower

'til it’s time to go

I let my mind at home

I swear the world is always dressed up in designer clothes

But I’ma be a billionaire

Yeah you can quote that

I’m about to blow off my lines call it coke-rap

I make the best beats, but everybody knows that

And I find my way without directions overrode nut

So tell me where hoes at

I feel like acting reckless

I’ve been addicted … in breakfast

We floatin' in that deep blues

See if something precious

And she’s trying on her necklace made of diamonds and resentment

God damn…

This can’t be real this feeling that I feel, yeah

But don’t you want it?

don’t you wanna have it?

Hanging in your face now you finally got to grab it

But I’m just me so how did I get this far?

yeah

But don’t I want it?

don’t I wanna have it?

Hanging in my face now I finally got to grab it

Yeah, ok my name stayed the same

But these girls camera frame

From changing the way they call it

I’ma walk it like I talk it

'til the show is over

I’m a fucking alcoholic

'til the show is over

And then I’m leavin' in a bucket

But I push it like a benz

Cause I’m breathing so let’s fuck it

'til I get some mo inns

I’ma make a couple hits

Then I hit the dealership

Black car, yellow seats

Ridin' like I steal a bitch

I feel the itch to renovate my life

Seperate the past with the glass full of life

I might be living wrong

But it feels so right

I’m a ticking time bomb

And I’m blowing up tonight

Cause trust me, I’ve been patient

6 years in the making

Beats everyday since 9th grade in the basement

Got me jaded to my own shit

So I’m just faded tryin' to own shit

Groupies needed two of me

But I don’t have a clone, bitch

This can’t be real this feeling that I feel, yeah

But don’t you want it?

don’t you wanna have it?

Hanging in your face now you finally got to grab it

But I’m just me so how did I get this far?

yeah

But don’t I want it?

don’t I wanna have it?

Hanging in my face now I finally got to grab it