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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pi’erre Bourne
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pi’erre Bourne
Producer
James Kang
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Whoa, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Whoa, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Turn the beat down just a little bit?
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Lights, camera, action, play your own role
Rest in peace, Magic, rest your old soul
I can't stop the madness, she's on go
And everybody else knows, yeah
She be stuck on me like Velcro
Earn your stripes like shell toes
Fuck her with my Nikes on
Yeah, know I gotta put my team on
SossHouse, yeah, she's home
Giving me Georgia Dome, yeah
[Verse 3]
Outer space love
We be geeked up
Alien, yeah, yeah, wait
If you need love when I'm busy as fuck
Then lay with him, yeah
I got the whole world in my hands
Don't fuck up my plans
Hmm, you don't understand
I got my own bitch, yeah
[Verse 4]
This for the team
This is for all the times we ain't have no cheese
Hot boy like Juvenile, 400 Degreez
Police around the block, take off on feet
Grandma be worried about me when I'm in Queens
You was right here
Now you far away like a lightyear
Yeah, what's my fears?
Losing you is what I fear
[Verse 5]
Outer space love
We be geeked up
Alien, yeah, yeah, wait
If you need love when I'm busy as fuck
Then lay with him, yeah
I got the whole world in my hands
Don't fuck up my plans
Hmm, you don't understand
I got my own bitch, yeah
[Verse 6]
A lot on my plate, huh
You can't relate, wait
These **** fake, wait
It's no mistake, yeah
Bitch, I am great, wait
This is my fate
Yeah, you fishy like bait
Lil' Duval, live my best life, no complaints
So many hoes, fly away to restraint
These **** mad, got my cash filled to hate
But the money keep a smile on my face
Food 4L, boy, you better say your grace
[Verse 7]
Outer space love
We be geeked up
Alien, yeah, yeah, wait
If you need love when I'm busy as fuck
Then lay with him, yeah
I got the whole world in my hands
Don't fuck up my plans
Hmm, you don't understand
I got my own bitch, yeah
[Verse 8]
This
I need you to listen to me
I need you to bring me what I want
I need you to hand over the Soss
I know you have it
Written by: Timothy Jordan Jenks