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Rocket Man
Hip-Hop/Rap
Rocket Man was released on November 2, 2025 by Seth Edwards as a part of the album Wasted Time
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Release DateNovember 2, 2025
LabelSeth Edwards
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM144

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Seth O Edwards
Seth O Edwards
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Seth O Edwards
Seth O Edwards
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zeüs
Zeüs
Producer

Lyrics

They ask me what I'ma do
Baby, I'm a rocket man, I gotta shot
I know I'm the shit
Versace on my body, I'm still smellin' like pooh
Drugs got me dozin' off, I ain't narcoleptic
Don't trust too many, baby, I'm a skeptic
She call me Ralph, you know I wreck it
I'm whippin' up cake better than Betty Crocker
She my pussy fairy, you can't steal her like Crocker
Been pourin' lean up like I been seeing a doctor Dreadhead and I smoke just like a Rasta
She sounding like when you mix cheese with pasta
I cover my body in gold, I'm feelin' like a pharaoh
Been chiefin' baby like I'm been shootin' arrows
Three bitches at the door, they ain't singin' no carols
Bitch flocking to the money tree callem' sparrow
I'm on what you on, so what you wanna do
If you ain't that square, we can spin in the coupe
Round after round, this ain't no fluke
My shooters like Nike, they don't think they just do
My **** too wild to be put in the zoo
Blessing her life like she sneeze, achoo
Glock sick and it sneeze at you
Red dot and all it sees is you
They ask me what I'ma do
Baby, I'm a rocket man, I gotta shot
I know I'm the shit
Versace on my body, I'm still smellin' like pooh
Drugs got me dozin' off, I ain't narcoleptic
Don't trust too many, baby, I'm a skeptic
She call me Ralph, you know I wreck it
I'm whippin' up cake better than Betty Crocker
They ask me what I'ma do
Baby, I'm a rocket man, I gotta shot
I know I'm the shit
Versace on my body, I'm still smellin' like pooh
Drugs got me dozin' off, I ain't narcoleptic
Don't trust too many, baby, I'm a skeptic
She call me Ralph, you know I wreck it
I'm whippin' up cake better than Betty Crocker
The world is mine, but I ain't going out like Scarface
200 on the dash, I ain't worried about no cop chase
Rocket man, I'm always outta space
Another Backwood, I smoke it to the face
Don't need no light, I still light up the place
Like Franky Beverly, I got out the maze
He felt like a G til he saw all these Ks
I from the boot, explain a couple of my ways
I thought it was love, found out it was a phase
Beams on the stick turn this shit to a rave
Whipem' wit a switch I bet he behave
Make it hairy for a **** like he living in a cave
Diamond bracelet on my wrist, no handcuffs
Versace fragrance on my body, no man musk
We stand on business, that's why they can't stand us
We stand on business, that's why they can't stand us
They ask me what I'ma do
Baby, I'm a rocket man, I gotta shot
I know I'm the shit
Versace on my body, I'm still smellin' like pooh
Drugs got me dozin' off, I ain't narcoleptic
Don't trust too many, baby, I'm a skeptic
She call me Ralph, you know I wreck it
I'm whippin' up cake better than Betty Crocker
They ask me what I'ma do
Baby, I'm a rocket man, I gotta shot
I know I'm the shit
Versace on my body, I'm still smellin' like pooh
Drugs got me dozin' off, I ain't narcoleptic
Don't trust too many, baby, I'm a skeptic
She call me Ralph, you know I wreck it
I'm whippin' up cake better than Betty Crocker
Written by: Seth O Edwards
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