Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Opie
Opie
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nathan Muir
Nathan Muir
Composer
Sprout Dharma
Sprout Dharma
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marr
Marr
Producer
Halfblackhippy
Halfblackhippy
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(Yo)
Yo Sprout
Yea
Look at the stars
(whoaa)
You see that up there
(Ok yea)
That's where were headin'
(lets go)
Just you wait and see
Hmm okay lets go
Wit yo bitch
I'm in the spaceship wit yo bitch
I'm in the spaceship wit yo bitch
I'm in the spaceship wit yooo
I'm in the spaceship wit yo bitch
How bout send this with the martians
I don seen so much new shit
I ain't wan go home
I ain't wan come down
We don got so high
I ain't wan come down
I'm up in the sky
I ain't wan come down higher than a kite
Yes I'm really fly
And I look so fly
Uh we got that (In the spaceship wit yo bitch)
Spaceships Bentleys and Bongs
Shoot for the stars we gone
Life is a cycle this Tron
Killing these does like john
Hop in the whip we bon
fire it up wit tongs
You know that this high be long
This is the vision man
Peep what I envision
Ain't talkin' vision talkin' my mind
I got no stones and I got no clothes
Not iced out cause I'm hot suppose
It's Boogie that got you on your toes
Spittin a loogy when I'm at my shows
Dealin wit bogeys and everyone knows
You want this hoagie twelve inch and it shows
Planted this energy see how it grows
Flip it and fix it so dandy
Give you a hand no handy
I can handle a handful
Praying to God got my faith like Daniel
Breaking it down like enamel and ammo to grill ya
My words transfer through the wire until I
Can make it in stacks
And still I'm a soldier
Got a mission like I told ya
I'ma bring up my whole crew
I see all us on the moon
We gon take off
Cause I don't take off
Talkin' no days off
Even when the days off
I'ma go push through and get the weight off
And spit at you like this is the playoffs
What would you do you could get laid off
I'm talkin' to you you can't make pesos
Wanna go add it up talkin' like Bezos
Look in my eyes you can see it the hazel
Don't care for games I ain't wit the fables
All of you bitches don't care for the labels
Who the fuck are you what you bring to the table
Cause we all gotta eat
You want the pancakes and maple but I will give you a dose of nepalm
Uh we got that
Spaceships Bentleys and Bongs
Shoot for the stars we gone
Life is a cycle this Tron
Killing these does like john
Hop in the whip we bon
fire it up wit tongs
You know that this high be long
(This is the vision man)
I don't really care how
I'm gonna get there man
Written by: Nathan Muir, Sprout Dharma
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