Ruben Slikk x Lofty305 - Vice City Swagger

Lyrics that are mostly accurate but not 100% tbh:

When I chew those Starbursts, I’m way up on vacation. Up past the stratosphere, welcome to my Space Station. And there’s a race datin’ back to the origins, of man kind, who can find the span I’m on, c’mon I’m Neil Armstrong, first step, a big time, the gig I’m in I emburse prep into, yep. Collecting data in my brain’s storage bins, to spit out and solve any given solution, we living in confusion, but Hype is here, the type of peer to stay ripe and clear, A Hype is here, yeah. Space Station where ya find me. A place where hatin’ is behind me. I face the matin’ game up on Earth. Too ugly and lame to birth. But here I can plant my seeds. That dear to my heart indeed. What clear is my rant of greeds. I myself can fall too, so heed. To shelf the ball big mentality. If we talking big head. Now then there’s a nuance, cause I know I got this yo, and my soul is hotness through, all the cold, y’all so bold maybe in your thinking. But what you really doing, pursing. Maybe drinking, I’m dunking, I do the latter, no bladder, explode, I get spelunking to the next mode. Gotta search the fucking underground, be careful who you side and ride wit’, it aight to hide shit. Cause right when you trust, that lust is turned to dust, thus us must know this. Yes, when I chew, it then I flew, up to the heights, wassup wit’ them slights? I’m above the rim wit’ flights, can’t show no love from here. I ascended, way past lended, I’m fucking staying here, praying there on Earth you find your true worth. I have Starbursts for supply, your worsts somebody’s highs, so do or die can be a blessing, the lesson is you still breathing, I wanna save you all, pave you all a road from kill grieving. Toward the terror, here is a big “FUCK YOU!”, and I guess that stress still will send a chill, end a thrill, but my friend until we see change, shit gon’ be on strange, fo’ eons in this game, oh, my station starting to tame, departing it lane, quick! Stick this down ya throat, float back to mine peace and sanity, this shit litty up in space, if only I could then be here forever, ever, ever. Sever the ties of these fucking lies, stay at play, clever tries for youth to never dies. The truth I hides, abides by inspiration, that I need just as much, such touch of dedication. I preach and teach, I need to feed through these and reach. Capeesh? But you just wanna hear me sappy happy. So fuck it, the Space Station, the pace settin’, the trace of gettin’ every face we hittin’ wit’in wit’ love, now taste sensation.

Space Station (Prod. Reed Kanero)

geek wit me 2 + ljstnn (p. nomiray member)

prod. ticox and qwerty

cover art by me
dj mixing & hosting by blake bryant

(KSC, Ticox, Qwerty, Qwerty, I fuck with you)
(Gang, let's go)
Feel like Timmy Turner, bitch I want that big shake
Riding around, with that sticky
Yeah yeah yeah, we let it shake
Ay, turn the city up, oh yeah
Yeah, we let it quake
Fuck up on this bitch, but she talking to them fucking jakes
KSC militia, feel like mafioso
Riding through that shit, riding through them damn ports
Just landed at the airport, smoking, like a Newport
Fuck up on this bitch, but I think she wanna talk to them boys

My bro like A.I. bitch, with them fucking braids
Yeah, I know a bro down south, like Magic with the aids
My bitch bad as shit, square tits like Lara Croft
Roll the top back in the Maybach, then we rode it off, gang
Rolling a blunt, I don't give no shit
In a fucking cruiser, they can't catch me, I'm in a different whip
Two terminals, we take it to the same spliff
I'm a swagged out white boy in a raft, I feel like Riff
B-b-bitch I'm an alien, gotta open a damn rift, huh
Swagged out, like I said, see me in no damn Rick
And bitch you know I'm from Texas
I was listening to Screw when I was a kid
Scoring in, cracking all these pints
They thought I was insidious
And bitch I'm balling too hard on these fuckers, I need a new court
I'm with May X, at the airport, smoking Newports
I got a bad bitch, she crazy, want a kid
I had to abort, I had to abort, I had to abort

(Gang, let's go)
Feel like Timmy Turner, bitch I want that big shake
Riding around, with that sticky
Yeah yeah yeah, we let it shake
Ay, turn the city up, oh yeah
Yeah, we let it quake
Fuck up on this bitch, but she talking to them fucking jakes
KSC militia, feel like mafioso
Riding through that shit, riding through them damn ports
Just landed at the airport, smoking, like a Newport
Fuck up on this bitch, but I think she wanna talk to them boys
(This is a Blake Bryant exclusive)

Space Station (Prod. Reed Kanero)

A Hype

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