LIFTING LIGHTERS - BOOST (feat. PILATE'S DREAM) Lyrics

I been hanging out
Yeah, I been hanging out

Well I been hanging out in an asteroid belt
And I been hanging out where that loud noise smell
Making mad noise, talking like some bad boys
You don't understand that I'm only spitting factoids (Oooh)
I been hanging out in an asteroid belt
I don't need no f*ckin odds and the crowd raise hell
Wizard like Oz, keep my eyes on the prize, and I maxed out my squirrel
Issa Blastoise now (Oooh)
And I'm feeling too sick
Cleaning out that bullshit you gon' need a toothpick
And my spaceship zoom when that f*cking boost hit
Like a comet, you don't want this, it'd be foolish

Too fast on a Monday, this asteroid belt we running through
Too fast in a Hyundai, in a meteor field but it's cool
We blew up on the runway, got me feeling down, I'm feeling blue
In an asteroid belt this Sunday, in a fresh spacecraft it's shiny new

Ooohh
I'm traveling through the space between the lines
With you
I'm rocketing through the space behind your eyes

Rocket past me, and I'm twenty beats deep
And I light a couple trees on my spaceship jeeb
And uh all I gotta be is a PILATE'S DREAM
And I'm in a spacesuit with my bad bitch cheating
I'm spinning 'round, with nowhere to go (Nowhere to go oh)

All I really need is some f*cking recognition
Astroid prison I'm still gunning the ignition
Keep the peace, keep it happy, that's my mof*ckin mission
Got the pack, got the grades, got some f*cking ambition
Back in the day with the real clear vision
Always riding smooth through a f*cking transition
Always in my bag and I roll up with precision
And I'm always in my bag and I never f*cking listen (Oooh)
Yeah I'm feeling too sick
It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a f*cking spaceship
Let the meteors rain but we safe in the whip
Yeah it isn't brand name but I still got the drip (Oooh)
Yeah I'm feelin too sick
Whipping through the meteors I'm acting foolish
Yeah I gotta thread the needle like a f*cking toothpick
And my spaceship zoom when that f*cking boost hit

Too fast on a Monday, this asteroid belt we running through
Too fast in a Hyundai, in a meteor field but it's cool
We blew up on the runway, got me feeling down, I'm feeling blue
In an asteroid belt this Sunday, in a fresh spacecraft it's shiny new

I made a new friend
Someone to be reckless with and it just don't end
I made a new friend
If my Monday shit or something else it depend

Ooohh
I'm traveling through the space between the lines
With you
I'm rocketing through the space behind your eyes

Ooohh
I'm traveling through the space between the lines
With you
I'm rocketing through the space behind your eyes