Space man High as outer space man Fucking ridiculous My favorite album, Space Jam Exit seat while I'm riding on your plane man And I don't go HAM, I go corn beef Singing slow jams in between gold teeth At a karaoke stand with your girl getting drunk chief She singing Journey Getting hella horny So she grabbed my face like Sigourney
At the seven-eleven Parked in the ally out back we found heaven At the seven-eleven Tracing lines on your skin we found heaven
She said she heard of me from that album Want She used to bump it in the Target parking lot In her ninety-seven Dodge Well that's hot If her friends get together, maybe I could watch I got the conch, ain't no Lord of the Flies shit It's more like you be catching flies on your eyelids But I keep crashing in the rocks of the sirens Playing murder-fuck-kill with death on a desert island
At the seven-eleven Parked in the ally out back we found heaven At the seven-eleven Tracing lines on your skin we found heaven
and we would castaway We were moved, yeah we were lost inside a foreign place [?] Then we wake up and we'd be here and it'd be light again
Tequila soda Talkin' like I'm Yoda Trying to convince a girl that my bed ain't a sofa Just come over Maybe I could show ya We could pull the mats out, you could teach me yoga Hold up, I can't appreciate and deviate from any sort Of discourse that could maybe aggravate you Would you join me on a date through time? I'll take you to the future Where I blew your mind
At the seven-eleven Parked in the ally out back we found heaven At the seven-eleven Tracing lines on your skin we found heaven
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