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Down Comes the Spaceman (feat. Saba)

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Down Comes the Spaceman (feat. Saba) was released on December 6, 2017 by Freddy Got Magic / EMPIRE as a part of the album Finally Dead

Song Details

AlbumFinally Dead

Release DateDecember 6, 2017

LabelFreddy Got Magic / EMPIRE

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM86

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Supa Bwe

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Frederick McCulloch-Burton

Frederick McCulloch-Burton

Songwriter

Tahj Malik Chandler

Tahj Malik Chandler

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Supa Bwe

Producer

Frederick McCulloch-Burton

Frederick McCulloch-Burton

Producer

Tahj Malik Chandler

Tahj Malik Chandler

Producer

Jacier Pearson

Producer

Lyrics

I grew up like a regular cat

Some **** hit me on consignment

Shit, yo, I settle with that

To my block, got it off the top

Meddle with that

Yo, if a **** ever fronted, I'ma wet 'em with the

I grew up out west, Lockwood, Chicago Ave

They used to beat my ass till I started fightin' back

Moved to OP, I was OC, Mowgli

Grew up with gorillas and some snakes, **** phonies

Bad-ass ****, throwin' trash yellin', "Kobe!"

If you go Curry, I'ma go Ginóbili

Tear drops flow over me, hope my ex get over me

I witnessed the older me die in that death match

Why are we drones so alive in this gridlock?

Bad bitch wedlock, used to make her bed rock

Rock bottom, can't get up like a headshot

Head strong, but dead wrong like a landlocked dreadnaught

Dread not shorty, uh

Why play bad cop?

It's too many bad cops, it's too many damn opps

Fufu ****, stand down, don't make JuJu stand up

Do you like some dandruff

Dust you with these hands, bruh

Shawty bad as fuck, what?

I think she a dancer

I think she a cancer

But I'ma moon lander

Move like a caveman

Down comes the spaceman

Make way, make space, man

Down comes the spaceman

Make way, make space, man

Down comes the spaceman

Make way, make space, man

Down comes the spaceman

Make way, make space, man

Down comes the spaceman

I'm so spaced, ain't ya

Aye, I grew up Austin Ave

Where they used to beat my ass, yeah

Started fightin' back, but I still got my ass whooped

Blood on the curb where I learned to use my words

And now the whole block tote Glocks like the purge

I knew I ain't belong, so I started writin' songs

I was looking for a home like Kanye on Cottage Grove

I was lowkey, undercover like I caught a cold

Still moping, sad as fuck, in search of pot of gold

That pot turned to dollars, then dollars turned into "Adios!"

Before the flight, talk to grandma, she know where I be goin'

To the moon and then back, and I haven't packed all my bags

But I plan to land and then put my foot down and then put the flag in

Beauty around like a pageant since I found what I was passionate 'bout

Family adament 'bout my cap and a gown

I can imagine it now, how happy they sound

If I were to get a Masters or at least a Bachelor out, down

Ain't no fun for me to fake, 'cause this is fact

Ain't no frontin' me, so where you get it bad?

Ain't no function where we safe from gettin' clapped

Bury me in 808's and Heart

Hats down comes the spaceman, shorty, I'm back

Ain't no, aye, ain't no, aye

Ain't no fun for me to fake, 'cause this is fact

Ain't no frontin' me, so where you get it bad?

Written by: Frederick McCulloch-Burton, Tahj Malik Chandler

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