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#outerspace
Hip-Hop/Rap
#outerspace was released on April 30, 2025 by 4give Collective as a part of the album #trending
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Release DateApril 30, 2025
Label4give Collective
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nell!
Nell!
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nell!
Nell!
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aloa
Aloa
Producer

Lyrics

I gave you chances after chances, I still don't think that you've changed
I'm counting bands on top of bands, you know that I love to be paid
And all you telling me is lies, I can't believe a thing you say
I grab the lamb, put it in the drive, I whip this bitch to Outerspace
Damn, huh, now we lane switching
Don't got no time for no fake bitches
My boys gone eat yeah, they stay vicious
You hope for my bag, better stay wishing
The cops on my ass, they can't stay with it
Can't believe that they just tried that shit
And I know some bitches that's loving the fit
I can't take you back, and that is what it is
I spoke out my pain and that shit make me rich
Know how to make money, they think it's a glitch
Yo' best friend reporting, that bitch is a snitch
She watch all my moves like I'm streaming on Twitch
From my life you removed you don't even exist
Yo man wanna fight me, not throwing no fists
But he'll catch some bullets, we dumping the clips
She see that I'm winning, it's making her sick
I really thought shit was gone be different
Really ain't shit about you that I'm missing
Member' the first night that we was kissing
Went to the bedroom straight from the kitchen
I liked yo' drive, yeah I liked yo' ambition
Flipped you around, had you different positions
Knew you ain't love me, I had my suspicions
You only there cause you saw I had chicken
And I can't believe you changed
This shit here is so cliche
Thought I wanted all your love, but now I just wanna escape
I'm hydroplaning in the whip, it feel like I'm driving on skates
And now you broke, you eating noodles, you coulda had you some steak, bitch
I gave you chances after chances, I still don't think that you've changed
I'm counting bands on top of bands, you know that I love to be paid
And all you telling me is lies, I can't believe a thing you say
I grab the lamb, put it in the drive, I whip this bitch to Outerspace
I grab the lamb, put it in the drive, I whip this bitch to Outerspace
I grab the lamb, put it in the drive, I whip this bitch to Outerspace
I grab the lamb, put it in the drive, I whip this bitch to Outerspace
Written by: Nell Jackson
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