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Saleem - NASA Lyrics



Saleem - NASA Lyrics




I'm in New York, I might talk to Atlanta No they can't understand it, I kept it so real
I'm the only one standing Diamonds gigantic, they really don't chill
Like Titanic I was just serving a nick with my cannon
I might go get her a brick and just hold it for ransom

It come to these bitches, they coming through random
I'm on a plane, I was sleep when I'm landing
That fentanyl back in the city can't ban him
The fiends want the raw man they throwing a tantrum

Put myself on man I did some expanding
Trapped in my home like that shit was abandoned
I'm trying get so high man, I'm on my own planet
I'm gripping that fye paranoid, I might panic

I see dollar signs, my pockets was flat as a plasma
I'm trying to get high, f*ck it, I'm gone off to nasa
My momma was trapping, you really could ask her
Collecting my commas, I'm stacking my Jackson's

I go up off the lean, I'ma call it a wocket
Got my bro on the screen man he feel like Ben Wallace
I keep it p and it just stand for pop it
I take a P and it's mailed to the tropics

Police in the p's, I'ma meet with the pilot
Saleem a Qb 'use to move outta pocket
I feel like Embiid better trust on my process
I'm trying get so high I might jump rope wit Jesus

My chances was one in a million, Aaliyah
I'm trying so get high, Man I'm gone off to nasa
I'm trying get high, man im gone Off to nasa
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I'm in New York, I might talk to Atlanta No they can't understand it, I kept it so real
I'm the only one standing Diamonds gigantic, they really don't chill
Like Titanic I was just serving a nick with my cannon
I might go get her a brick and just hold it for ransom

It come to these bitches, they coming through random
I'm on a plane, I was sleep when I'm landing
That fentanyl back in the city can't ban him
The fiends want the raw man they throwing a tantrum

Put myself on man I did some expanding
Trapped in my home like that shit was abandoned
I'm trying get so high man, I'm on my own planet
I'm gripping that fye paranoid, I might panic

I see dollar signs, my pockets was flat as a plasma
I'm trying to get high, f*ck it, I'm gone off to nasa
My momma was trapping, you really could ask her
Collecting my commas, I'm stacking my Jackson's

I go up off the lean, I'ma call it a wocket
Got my bro on the screen man he feel like Ben Wallace
I keep it p and it just stand for pop it
I take a P and it's mailed to the tropics

Police in the p's, I'ma meet with the pilot
Saleem a Qb 'use to move outta pocket
I feel like Embiid better trust on my process
I'm trying get so high I might jump rope wit Jesus

My chances was one in a million, Aaliyah
I'm trying so get high, Man I'm gone off to nasa
I'm trying get high, man im gone Off to nasa
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Writer: Saleem Robinson
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