Spaceman

(Three, two, one) Drip Drip Drip One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish Used to read Dr. Seuss's Tryna shed light like snakeskin Space shuttle, I lost my boosters What you banging on about? Swimming upstream Like salmon or a trout With the hand of God like Maradona then But I need Jesus like Maradona now So I look up in the sky for something I was running Running through the six with woes I grew up in the sticks with woes Woe is me, woe is me I'm a poet and I didn't even know it's me And I noticed that you didn't even notice me Look at the symmetry But now it's just different, it's energy No it's not rocket science Look, we whip in the kitchen It's chemistry ah Remember when you had a heart attack? Not a Neil Buchanan, no a heart attack See the light when the stars are black Flying outer space But I'm running out of time Devil in the crosshairs Gun him down on sight Bun him down Twenty round spin it till you run it out Never really had shit but we figured it out Ate the ends of the loaf None missing the mouth Told mum it was bless when really it weren't With no crown or jewels But I'm the king the house Picking off mould like that weren't there Dancing around defeat like Capoeira They kicked us out on 19th December I stood there bent up like that ain't fair Swimming up shit creek Mum saying make it look discrete I dunno, maybe she embarrassed of the mishaps The misfortunate only really got pride So it hits deep But I row row rowed the boat Held my nose like I don't wanna blow it No, it's loco how they got me on this roller coaster Slow-Mo how I'm seeing every hope that goes Looking in the sky for the answers A desperate non-believer Just praying for help regardless In the hope that someone sees ya So save me spaceman A crowded heart just frowns in the dark So save me space, man In limbo floating, like the oceans, or a spaceman Flying outer space But I'm running out of time Devil in the crosshairs Gun him down on sight Bun him down (bun it down) Twenty round spin it till' you run it out (Run it out) Flying outer space But I'm running out of time Devil in the crosshairs Gun him down on sight Bun him down (bun it down) Twenty round spin it till' you run it out (Run it out) Used to have a Buzz Aldrin figurine Next to pictures of my pops Shrines in-between If I dither when I'm lost I ain't in a dream Just I don't really give a fuck Excuse my Zinedine Excuse my French, been intense Paid my pitching fees And pick me dreams Some unrealistic things Had a series full of deaths like Killing Eve It all seemed a bit intense like Killing Eve I was sitting on the bench like Chicharito Life chucked me to the end Like Willy Beam I was tryna' build like buzz Like a killer bee While my bro was squashed in a can Like a tin of beans My soliloquy definitely don't Play out too kindly for me My worst enemy, tireless energy Sun in the morning rise up in the east Sometimes we mix up our needs and our wants Sometimes I drink more than I really need Sometimes I think more than I can appease Sometimes I dream more than I can achieve Sometimes I ignore and rise to my knees I'm live on your feed Up and down Yeah life's really been a seesaw, you see