self-less I'm feeling like a crab in a bucket That's just tryna get it crackin Amongst all these fuckin' shellfish... And it's a dream come true that you signed me Big
mars when I light up Clean up, then head down to Venus to get wifed up The nigga in me wanna go to Pluto to get (iced up) Race through space Damn these
go and throw a cape on And it's just so amazing So amazing So amazing [Big Sean] Take it to the car, bloop, bloop, that shit look like I'm speed racing
Bear paws and rascal power watching us in your garage Big girl, you ate the neighbor, the nova is over Wake up and play, [Incomprehensible] Make room
get gals Hot enough to hit they pals, so get down You looking good enough to come give me a kiss now Get a room at the Swiss big as a beach house You
face Fore me and my ace a lay down the whole place Recognize, this is the verbalize Surprise, fuckin' with me wrong way to wise nigga Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues, golds Big
my face Fore me and my ace a lay down the whole place Recognize, this is the verbalize, surprise Fuckin' with me wrong way to wise nigga Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues, golds Big
old raps with young cats with cigarettes in their ear, niggerish they appear Under the Fubu is a guru, that's untapped Want to be in the rap race but
fight with my rap, rappers I slapbox Back I got my rap, now get your glock out the black face Got tall flavor with fat taste, the rat race is a rat race
grace A dog in a barbecue pit goes up in space The dream recedes in the morning with a bad aftertaste And I'm back in the big city worn from the race
Maybe I should go and live in amsterdam In a side street near a big canal Spend my evenings in the van gogh museum What a dream, van gogh museum Maybe
day drift away If a plane were to fall from the sky How big a hole would it leave? And if a plane were to fall from the sky How big a hole would it
Has to be a loose fit, has to be a loose fit Go on move in it, go on do your bit Small or big, take your pick Doesn't have to be legit It's gotta be a
comma Leave you in a coma with these stupid lines though I seek for new cars can't forget stupid hinds though I'm in Cucamonga yea I'm talking Rancho Credit race
Suburban days, they last so long In shop and office, we sing our song we all sing We ain't got nothing, nothing to do A big fat nothing, nothing for me
words My sister used to read the dictionary, I'm going to start with that I'd like to travel, I want to see India and the pyramids A whale and that race
you down to London city Where the attitudes bad and the weather is shitty Everybody?s on the paper chase, its one big rat race Everybody got a screw face
at him (Mixed-race boys) I like them, tall boys, I like them, short boys I like them, brown haired boys, I like them, blonde boys I like them, big boys