H.S

Now and then, we all get a thought that stops us in our track Am I living to my full potential? Or am I holding myself back? You gotta stop with that shit 'cause you're p-p-perfect Shake off that analysis paralysis (paralysis) If you need some help to see Take a lesson from space They say Pluto's not a planet Do you think that Pluto gives a shit? Pluto is not gonna quit 'Cause Pluto can take a hit And Pluto knows what Pluto is And Pluto knows that Pluto's Hot shit And you know Pluto knows it "I won't ever be a planet It don't matter 'cause I know that I'm still" Hot shit "And you're hot shit too, so get out of your brain And just do what you're supposed to do" Hot shit And you know Pluto knows it Expect some fuckin' magic from the dwarf planet Hot shit "And you're hot shit too, so get out of your way And just do what you were born to do" Before Pluto got wise and said "gosh dang it" It's true Pluto was jealous of them big other planets But did you know that Jupiter, the biggest by far Was also jealous 'cause the dorks on earth called him a failed star? The star that he was jealous of was called our sun Who was herself consumed with thoughts that she would never become A big black hole She would constantly chase the dream to be so big That she could eat time and space A quadrillion miles away, a place the sun could not see There sat a bad bitch suckin' up reality Who turned her gaze into the center of our galaxy And said, "When I'm supermassive yeah, I'll be happy" But the biggest, baddest, supermassive thing to exist Spun in the middle of them all and said "I think I'm seein' shit" "I've seen a perfect protostar I've seen a triple quasar But I've never seen a dwarf planet go this hard" Hot shit And you know Pluto knows it "I don't need to be a planet 'cause I know that I'm still worth it baby" Hot shit "And you're hot shit too, so stop doubting yourself And just feel this cosmic groove" Hot shit And you know Pluto knows it Expect some fuckin' naughty from this heavenly body, yeah Hot shit "And you're hot shit too, so look up to the stars The universe was made for you" Now and then I get the thought that stops me in my tracks Am I talking about space too much? I should really try to cut back I've gotta stop with that shit 'cause I'm p-p-perfect Space is fucking cool and so are you If you let me talk about space with you Hot shit And you know that I know it I won't ever be an astronaut But I'm still hot like Halley's Comet Hot shit And you're hot shit too, so let's shoot for the stars I'll bet we land on the moon (Hot shit) Do you like my space metaphor? (Hot shit) Would you like to know what I use it for? To prove to you that you are hot shit, too Now get out of my room and show this planet what hot shit do Hot shit