Spacepope - Packopay Lyrics

I'm chillin' south side
It's a clear night
Know i'm being from above by a thousand eyes
Wonder where we go when we die but
It's a big life
Gotta try live it
Never quite know when the guy stamped your ticket for
I left the front door
Reeking of chloroform
Just to make the day feel short
Pope plays with words like a sport (Fore!)
Fuse is short but I hold it down nicely
Bird's so tidy that she might get wifey'd
It's unlikely that id ever ask politely
But, get off my back or I'll end you precisely
I'm underrated like Holly Flo Lightly
And always do it live like Bill O'reilly
Smack out the beat then i'll pen a verse tightly
I'm just a nerd out of blighty riding on the star gate of Pices
Shit's getting icy but I've seen the 3090s

I'm a deadweight, living on a shit wage
Wish away the days
With lemon haze and hunger pains
Might play the O2 someday, for a little pack'o'pay
Lingerie on the hotel bed, she
Said she'd put em on but shes naked instead
I can't get that girl out my head
Trapped in the web and the silk-work is obscene
She's got my heart wrapped up in a seam
But I'm feeling super supreme
Riding on laser-beams
In medicated daydreams
I lose sleep
But at night I'm astral-planing
Reclaiming all the pieces of my mind I lost from translating
Misplaced fragments of a lizardman's strangeness
But i know it ain't forever,
I see it fall apart as i slip into the nether