SHOOTIN' STARS

Captain's log I'm floating fly and ready Supplies runnin low Shields holding at 43% I'm floating fly and ready Morale is high Cuz we got hella weed on this bitch Live out in this Galaxy Star date is, Star what the fuck, Shit, I forgot Captain has the bridge I'm just sittin in the cockpit Laughin at, how these mufukkas can't stop shit Intergalactic, folks - double stack it hold a nigga down like a bubble jacket I love the racket (louder) but this ain't tennis Yo Muthafucka, dinners ready Come and get it (Come and get it) I boldly go where they ain't went before Sky lookin indigo - feelin like a sentinel Perfect leaned out on my Captain Kirk shit Hit the transporter room and beam to the surface On It Interplanetary legendary light speed Hustler I got anything you might need Plus I'm the, opposite of a customer Pull up in ya Galaxy just ta Fuck it up I write plutonium sodium chloride Ignite it at the podium, I told em in '05 This shit here got me Light years ahead Zoning off a that medi Taking hits a that petroleum I'm floating fly and ready For this life that I live (Hey) Know aint nothing reggie As I orbit around the norm Blowing this smoke to hold me steady In my sight it appears (I see It) Live out in this Galaxy Ima shooting star Wit none to come before travel after me On life Til it ends (Yo) Ima be the man Writing in my captain's journal As the journey here begins You droppin pre-rolls, I'm droppin Kilos Fuck them lil weak flows, I eat those Force feed bars at warp speed Smokin like I'm posted up at Forte Green Floatin thru Nebula - Captain E.O Hit the stage like photon torpedoes In a gazebo on the holodeck We perceive ya lil set as not a threat As I Grip a bottle neck, sip a brew Watchin the future comin in to view Get the maximum from the minimal 6 star General sick bars clinical Plentiful poetry I don't understand - I over see Well, not in actuality - but so to speak I'm cordless, no strings, broke orbit After I watched the whole underground go corporate Tsk, I'm out This shit here got me Light years ahead Zoning off a that medi Taking hits a that petroleum I'm floating fly and ready For this life that I live Know aint nothing reggie As I orbit around the norm Blowing this smoke to hold me steady In my sight it appears Live out in this Galaxy Ima shooting star Wit none to come before travel after me On life Til it ends Ima be the man Writing in my captain's journal As the journey here begins Ill Brown on the beat Live out in this Galaxy Bert Kenerson on the hook We at Warp 5 right now I'm floating fly and ready On a mission to locate the Nuclear Pastas Live out in this Galaxy Sensors pickin up something in quadrant 7-596:B-alpha Finna, Check it out