Space Traveling

Goodbye (The Kid Laroi)

Empty Out Your Pockets

*I've seen you've made your decision, now let's see you enforce it*

Flew too close, pride was the fall
Icarus, I don’t stand to match at all, yeah
Light a match, baby, where’s the call?
These drugs, they got me on the ball, yeah
I don’t smoke, baby, but I drink
Like my daddy, I don’t care what you think
Fuck that, this baby, I blow a wink
She said, "Don’t fuck that evil twink," yeah
I’m nauseous, but I got paid
Flew too close, giving migraines, yeah
It’s my fault, baby, I call the rain
Icarus, too close to the sun, so I pray, yeah
These wings better not fail me now
Superman, I hear the gasp of the crowd
But I wake up, it’s all but a dream
Back into my only baby, yeah, the seams

I used to fuck bitches, like Charlie Sheen
But I’m far away, back from the scene, yeah
And baby, I don’t do ketamine
But these drugs are calling out to me
Nah, I don’t deserve it
But nah I wasn’t worth it
She wasted time, not on purpose
Baby, I wasn’t worth it

I’m an avoidant in love, oh I know
Wearing Forces, bitch, I go
Fuck these bitches, fuck these hoes
But everything lands where it goes
Pop shit ‘cause I know I ain’t shit
My therapist told me that you’re dangerous
So I left, baby—but that’s a secret
But I’m sure you’ll tell me I twist it
And maybe I do, I don’t know
But all I’m trynna do is try to grow
I’ve seen my homies, they turn into foes
But now I can avoid them, yeah, they low
She ain’t evil and I ain’t mean
Just two people who don’t see our wings
But nah, you don’t see what I mean
I guess I’m evil, if that’s how it be, yeah

But I’ll see you on the wings
But I’ll see you on the wings, yeah

*what are you supposed to be a clown or something?*
*sometimes*
*its more like surfering than skating, i wish the rain would stop just once*
*it cant rain all the time*
*eric?*

icarus (prod. by Encore)

*you are an empty, empty, hollow shell of a woman. I mean, what the hell are you doing in my house if you hate me so much? Why the hell are you married to me? What the hell are you doing carrying my child? I mean, why didn't you just get rid of it when you had the chance?*

Hook:
I don’t even take a loss, I just drown, I drink up
Ask me for a game of toss, find a girl, fuck her when we link up
Too poor, I don’t sip on Voss, drown my sorrows in a pink cup
She finds me floating in the dross, crying, ruining her makeup
We think too much for a link-up, I’m tired, I’m running the breakup
She asks when I’ma pick up, different day, I’m sorry for the mix-up
But she’s got lots to say—blackmail, she’s gone astray
Hoes keep texting my phone, she won’t ever go away, aye

Verse:
She’s got demons on her face, I was thinking she would save me
I’m surprised that coke wasn’t laced, she was hating on me, baby
She keeps texting, catch a charge, that psycho bitch gone crazy
She won’t catch me in the yard, but I’d still like to see her maybe
Hope she finds another man, finds a brother to invite
Hope that he changes plans, can’t hang out for the night
The mommas always like me, the dads don’t really excite me
She asks when she’s a wifey, I’m texting my brother for a side piece
See me dying in a white tee, blood-stained jeans and an Icee
If girly wanna fight, then fight me, girl’s gone crazy for my Nikes
But we think too much, I’m royal, catching dubs
What a sad existence—she’s gotta drug it up

Hook :
I don’t even take a loss, I just drown, I drink up
Ask me for a game of toss, find a girl, fuck her when we link up
Too poor, I don’t sip on Voss, drown my sorrows in a pink cup
She finds me floating in the dross, crying, ruining her makeup
We think too much for a link-up, I’m tired, I’m running the breakup
She asks when I’ma pick up, different day, I’m sorry for the mix-up
But she’s got lots to say—blackmail, she’s gone astray
Hoes keep texting my phone, she won’t ever go away, aye

Voss (prod. by pyctur)


Shooting bullets, they chrome, one head one shot to the dome 
Look at the bullshit I’m on, too poor to rock some vlone 
They said that I’m in the zone, look at me baby I’m gone 
The bullets written they dead, that ain’t the shit that I’m on
I’m Finding love that is bleak, we fucking between the sheets
Silk satin, but we don’t speak, listin messages on repeat
She drives alone in her car, I’m following I’m a creep 
She asking me how I was lost, my baby talking so sweet

How could you say that to me, I got no money to speak 
I’m in my room so I read; I wish she loved me for me
She said that she wanna meet, but I know that lying 
Maybe it was just me, don’t text me yo I’m dying 
Fucking up my whole climate, baby here comes the silence 
And I know she is hiding, baby we are just fightin 
slit my throat for the rest, I’m just joking I’m lying 
I said things I regret, but don’t hold me to the fire 
Ctrl alt, press delete, I’m closing tasks for the feat 
The hallways start to creek, this haunted house in my dreams 
We Fucking like Charlie sheen, I work hard but not me 
I got a ghost, yeah she rides, she says thing I don’t mean 
Freaky shit, yo I’m gone, haunted medleys in song 
We just don’t get along, baby shoot me all alone 
Reading texts that you said, I had to change my number 
Stupid bitch want me dead, cmon baby you on it
She keeps writing her sonnets, keep that shit to myself 
I’m on an boat, watch the catch, we sinking down into hell 
And if I had it my way, she would join how I felt 
Psychopaths, how she delt, it didn’t matter oh well

Justin Bieber

Jett.

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