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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Outkast
Drum Programming
ONP
Bass Guitar
Preston Crump
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antwan Patton
Songwriter
Erin Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Outkast
Producer
John Frye
Engineer
Brian Frye
Engineer
Mike Wilson
Assistant Engineer
Alex Lowe
Assistant Engineer
Alvin Speights
Mixing Engineer
Kevin Parker
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Peep what I say
Everyday the sun sets just like clockwork
To put the Glock to work
And puttin' the body to stand still
Man it kills me
Taking that life is like taking a shit
Hit or miss **** are playing God
Trying to rob and steal
That's why ya gotta guard ya grill
Like a barbecue, 'cause them harming you
Are just like honeybees swarming you
Vocally arming you was my responsibility
It's killing me thinking that all these ****
See they flauging, thinking they Steven Seagal
And ballin', fallin' to the wayside when ya try to call
I've fallen when we was little nappy
Headed **** in the projects
But now they carjacks, wait on income tax and unsafe sex
Still yet they tend to flex, like solo for that low-low
Smoke same thing, no-no, not this time
**** around my way can rhyme
So fuck that country shit, we done a bunch of shit
And yes ya heard of this, out of this world like E.T.
Coming across ya T.V.
Extraterrestrial straight from ATL
[Verse 2]
Know what I'm saying, like that, yeah
[Verse 3]
Out of this world
Are you alien?
Out of this world
Are you alien?
Out of this world
Are you alien?
Out of this world
[Verse 4]
Right now I'm smiling
Taking advantage of this moment
'Cause there might not be another soon
Holding on to memories like roller coaster handle bars
Tightly cause I'm slightly off my rocker, but to you
I may appear to be your average Joe
But little do you know
That even Joe got problems that he got to joust with
Floating in this game of life
Despite how out of place you may feel
In this race, oh you just can't quit
Ain't that a bitch that begin heat
I'm on the beat like cops
Only cultivate the stable dirt when I skeet my drops
No concentration knocking other **** out the box
Why? Cause in a sense, see, we all be kind of fly
Just can't be scared to spread your wings
Head to better things
Maybe to mockingbird and nightingale
They want to sing keeping this thing alive
To the table is what we bring
We like hailstorms and blizzards in the middle of the spring
Extraterrestrial
[Verse 5]
Out of this world, things like that, yo
[Verse 6]
Out of this world
Are you alien?
Out of this world
Are you alien?
Out of this world
Are you alien?
Written by: André Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Erin Johnson