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OUTTA SPACE
Hip-Hop/Rap
OUTTA SPACE was released on January 1, 2025 by Doe Brother Records as a part of the album LETS GO SKIING (EP)
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Release DateJanuary 1, 2025
LabelDoe Brother Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM82

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Micah Yohannes Doe parker
Micah Yohannes Doe parker
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Micah Yohannes Doe parker
Micah Yohannes Doe parker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hitech Corey
Hitech Corey
Producer

Lyrics

Mikeboskii
Throw these glasses on, I see the fake through my Gucci lens
Swervin' through traffic, I can't stop, baby, this a benz
All that hate pumpin' out your heart, baby, that's a sin
I can't stop workin' on my craft, I just wanna win
No, I'ma win, pop my shit, then I pop it again
How can you judge when you don't know where I've been
How can you judge when you know what I've seen
Call me Kobe, finna pop this bean
Don't ask me shit, I don't know what I seen
Shit
I wasn't even there
Felt like quittin' when I lost my hair
That shit come with this, so you better prepare
Keep on pushin, everything ain't fair
Take risks to get rich, brother, don't be scared
Lost so many, left my heart with a tear
Keep on pushin' with this heart I can't bear
They say they love me, look around like, where
I know that I'm fly, you ain't gotta stare
Okay, I don't even know why I'm boasting okay
You ain't countin' your tokens okay
Take me a trip
Five in the morning from the valley, I'm right back to Oakland
God's grace, I know that I'm chosen
God's grace, I know imma win
All of that dick eatin, you know it's a sin
**** is fake, so I rock with my kin
**** is fake, so I rock with my brothers
Members only, I can't rock with the others
Don't look wrong, you might get smothered
Bitch, fagged off, went and got another
Ayy, that quick
She do a flip on a dick hat trick
Then I disappear, magic
Bend that shit over, let me stab it
Smack her on ass, she a sadist
Then I dip, that's a mad bitch
Then I dip, she mad as the fuck
Deek in the stu and he rollin' a blunt
Got a concussion, ain't worked in a month
Got a concussion, I'm dizzy as fuck
She hit her knees and she lickin the nuts
Fuck on her friends, she like, what the fuck
Oh, I'm like, that's my new bitch
Oh, get through shit with cool kicks
Oh, hit his block with pool sticks
Oh, you better bust a move, bitch
Oh, you better get out my way
Hit the road, hit the road, bitch, I'm bustin' plays
Hit the road, hit the road, got me outta space
Hit the road, hit the road, I don't leave a trace
Written by: Micah Y Doe parker
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