It's me and the prince of space
The prince, the prince of space
So many days gone by
Prince of space
Prince of space
Prince of space
Yeah man, where am I man
So many days gone by
I can't stop drinking
Yo, what's up man, throw me something
I don't know man, roll the whole onion
I'm Paul Bunyan, cutting these trees
Bitch, f*ck with me please
Alize, chutney and quiche
Cabernet, the truffle and brie
I ate steak while she rubbed down my knee
Tried to play snake but I'm up with the scheme
I'm like damn, I'm like whoa
But then I ran, she knew the tyquando
Watch out for the jump kicks
Puck bitches always go and make assumptions
Ten strips a brick and a bunch of fried dumplings
Ate it in abundance
Grew up as a motherf*cking drug kid
Anything I'd want man, I eat it
Then I go and sell it and repeat it
Keep it real fresh or I put it in the freezer
Ebeneezer Scrooge getting nice at my leisure
Never listen to dudes, I'm a f*cking leader
Even if I lend myself right to the reefer
Chief up
So many days gone by
Yeah, they go by
Yeah, I can't help it that I chill with raccoons
And I chill with rhinos and llamas and they get me
I don't understand none of you
I need an umbrella
Yeah, once again, I might lose it
Dip the cigarette, light that fluid
Where the hipsters went I ate and pooped them
They all scissor clipped, they paste and glued
Too much time wasted on hate
But when Tupac died, they all said that they great
Like who got rhymes, who got rhymes, ay
Who got rhyme, who got rhymes, ay
Seems like everyone got quiet
Well, I got flyer than a smoking pot pilot
I brought desire like ocean brought pirates
I bring the fire, don't block the hydrants
Or bring joy for the little kids
Anything that don't employ ignorance
I promote joy, not the Ritalin
But I still smoke on the soy and the cinnamon
Yeah, I like flavors
Workin' real hard, baby, just like labor
Not when you push it out, when you earn your paper
Mix the dab with the sherm, call them lightsabers
Blaze up
So many days gone by
But oh, oh
So many days gone by
But oh, oh
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It's me and the prince of space
The prince, the prince of space
So many days gone by
Prince of space
Prince of space
Prince of space
Yeah man, where am I man
So many days gone by
I can't stop drinking
Yo, what's up man, throw me something
I don't know man, roll the whole onion
I'm Paul Bunyan, cutting these trees
Bitch, f*ck with me please
Alize, chutney and quiche
Cabernet, the truffle and brie
I ate steak while she rubbed down my knee
Tried to play snake but I'm up with the scheme
I'm like damn, I'm like whoa
But then I ran, she knew the tyquando
Watch out for the jump kicks
Puck bitches always go and make assumptions
Ten strips a brick and a bunch of fried dumplings
Ate it in abundance
Grew up as a motherf*cking drug kid
Anything I'd want man, I eat it
Then I go and sell it and repeat it
Keep it real fresh or I put it in the freezer
Ebeneezer Scrooge getting nice at my leisure
Never listen to dudes, I'm a f*cking leader
Even if I lend myself right to the reefer
Chief up
So many days gone by
Yeah, they go by
Yeah, I can't help it that I chill with raccoons
And I chill with rhinos and llamas and they get me
I don't understand none of you
I need an umbrella
Yeah, once again, I might lose it
Dip the cigarette, light that fluid
Where the hipsters went I ate and pooped them
They all scissor clipped, they paste and glued
Too much time wasted on hate
But when Tupac died, they all said that they great
Like who got rhymes, who got rhymes, ay
Who got rhyme, who got rhymes, ay
Seems like everyone got quiet
Well, I got flyer than a smoking pot pilot
I brought desire like ocean brought pirates
I bring the fire, don't block the hydrants
Or bring joy for the little kids
Anything that don't employ ignorance
I promote joy, not the Ritalin
But I still smoke on the soy and the cinnamon
Yeah, I like flavors
Workin' real hard, baby, just like labor
Not when you push it out, when you earn your paper
Mix the dab with the sherm, call them lightsabers
Blaze up
So many days gone by
But oh, oh
So many days gone by
But oh, oh
The prince, the prince of space
So many days gone by
Prince of space
Prince of space
Prince of space
Yeah man, where am I man
So many days gone by
I can't stop drinking
Yo, what's up man, throw me something
I don't know man, roll the whole onion
I'm Paul Bunyan, cutting these trees
Bitch, f*ck with me please
Alize, chutney and quiche
Cabernet, the truffle and brie
I ate steak while she rubbed down my knee
Tried to play snake but I'm up with the scheme
I'm like damn, I'm like whoa
But then I ran, she knew the tyquando
Watch out for the jump kicks
Puck bitches always go and make assumptions
Ten strips a brick and a bunch of fried dumplings
Ate it in abundance
Grew up as a motherf*cking drug kid
Anything I'd want man, I eat it
Then I go and sell it and repeat it
Keep it real fresh or I put it in the freezer
Ebeneezer Scrooge getting nice at my leisure
Never listen to dudes, I'm a f*cking leader
Even if I lend myself right to the reefer
Chief up
So many days gone by
Yeah, they go by
Yeah, I can't help it that I chill with raccoons
And I chill with rhinos and llamas and they get me
I don't understand none of you
I need an umbrella
Yeah, once again, I might lose it
Dip the cigarette, light that fluid
Where the hipsters went I ate and pooped them
They all scissor clipped, they paste and glued
Too much time wasted on hate
But when Tupac died, they all said that they great
Like who got rhymes, who got rhymes, ay
Who got rhyme, who got rhymes, ay
Seems like everyone got quiet
Well, I got flyer than a smoking pot pilot
I brought desire like ocean brought pirates
I bring the fire, don't block the hydrants
Or bring joy for the little kids
Anything that don't employ ignorance
I promote joy, not the Ritalin
But I still smoke on the soy and the cinnamon
Yeah, I like flavors
Workin' real hard, baby, just like labor
Not when you push it out, when you earn your paper
Mix the dab with the sherm, call them lightsabers
Blaze up
So many days gone by
But oh, oh
So many days gone by
But oh, oh
Writer: MIchael Johnson
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