Spaceships (feat. Young Thug)

Trippie Redd

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    (Atl jacob, atl jacob)

    Baby, you can quit calling my phone (phone)
    Ain't no more loving back home (home)
    Leave a fucking message at the dial tone (tone)
    Yeah, yeah

    I swear I don't feel hate (feel)
    It can get real here (real)
    Being trapped in your own head (yeah)
    Being trapped in your own head (I'm trapped in my head)

    I just flew two bitches in from overseas (oh)
    They both from Portugal, they both portuguese (oh)
    Told 'em behold the presеnce of a king
    She gon' bow down and get right on her knees
    Got a brick on my neck and my wrist a quarter key
    We aimin' up for the neck, you best move accordingly (bah)
    We got this shit on lock, baby, like quarantine
    Hold up, wait, I'm just chilling with your main bitch, yeah
    I know that I'm the goat and I'm the greatest, yeah
    I don't gotta write or gotta say shit, yeah
    I'm the one who shot up in the spaceship, yeah
    That's because my mind, it be racin', yeah

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    That's because my mind, it be racin', yeah
    That's because my mind, it be racin', yeah
    That's because my mind, it be racin', yeah
    That's because my mind, it be racin', yeah

    Africa bungee jumpin' off a thin rope, uh
    You can be my girl, but in public, it's kinfolk
    Can't get in my feelings 'bout shit and that's how it go
    Half a million, upgrade your closet from kenneth cole
    Keep it real, I wanna have some sex on a boat
    Pushin' it inside you until you say, ayo
    Ever since I called you my girl, you've been rock-and-roll
    It's pateks and plain jane ap's and rose gold

    She say: I can't wait to leave here with you if you die
    I don't wanna be nowhere near when you cry
    Keep it real, I bought you a ring last night
    But I don't want you thinkin' that you are the wife
    I'm not here to cap, here the key, baby high, high
    Throw away your car, got a new one to ride, ride
    Know when I'm with you she can't even get high, high
    And if I'm not with you, I can't get a high, high

    Baby, you can quit calling my phone
    Ain't no more lovin' back home
    Leave a fucking message at the dial tone
    Yeah, yeah

    I swear I don't feel hate (feel)
    It can get real here (real)
    Being trapped your own head (yeah)
    Being trapped your own head (I'm trapped in my head)

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