Space Boots (feat. Tim Gent)

Hol' up, mmm

Whats up? Yeah

I'm on another wave, tryna get back to the back of the ocean

I'm on another page, puttin' the pen on the pad, I'm a poet

Lettin' it go today, I put the blunt to my lip and I smoke it

Sit in a room, throw on some tunes, pour me a glass of that potion

Don't need none of that commotion

Get a grip on your emotions

Don't wanna be difficult, I need residual

I need the space on my rocket ship (Rocket ship)

Flip me some cake and I pocket it (Pocket it)

Flip me some cake and I pocket it (Pocket it)

Don't wanna be difficult, I need residual

I need the space on my rocket ship, yeah

Oh, this is what is feels like

Rockin' my space boots, yeah

This is what it feels like (Yeah, uh, yeah, uh)

I couldn't find one reason why I shouldn't be out here livin' my better life (Yeah)

And I see lil' shawty, she got it, I want it, and honestly, I'm 'bout to tell her why

I'm handsome, I'm Black, and I'm hella fly

And she got an aura that's way too adorable

Say she from Portugal, but she ain't speakin' no Portuguese

I got a bite and a nibble, she clappin' for me like a **** was Hercules

She like a nutty professor, impressed with her head, I can tell she's studied

But I ain't here for the cuffing (Nuh-uh)

We on the ozone, the sticky-icky

I'm about to get me a lil' cuddy

'Bout to get me a lil' cuddy, oh yeah

(Yeah)

Oh, this is what is feels like (Yeah, what it feels like)

Rockin' my space boots, yeah

This is what it feels like (This is what it feels like)