What the hungry catepillar say

Verse 1:

I'm not tripping, but if I'm falling I'll be flying
How can you live that fast and be this grounded without gliding
Speeding past your alabaster companions. Wally West, but blacker.
Wallabee Beatles plus one before Sector V was established a boss ass bitch.
good ass kid. great ass job.
You deserve the best. They back break you down. We remain proud.
They stole from our cocoon. Pimping us hungry caterpillars.
Painted their trashcans gold and then called shit a pillar.
Got mad when our coons pillaged. Got mad when the coons raged.
Let the CVS blaze. All they could do was gaze at the gaze from the gates. make em mad
Show your true colors then bla- bla-bla-blast Off
NASA
I wonder what they expect from me.
Success or death from me.
on my tombstone written illegibly
Phonetically. Near my pedigree
Don't expect to get the best in me
unless you expect to get the bulletproof vest vested in me OFF.
I scoff at your old iPod unless it bumps my song

Hook
Blast off Blast off.
Can't go back home.
Blast off. Blast off
ain't that bad tho
Blast off. Blast off
Take me to new lands
Blast off. Blast off.
Make me a new man

Verse 2:
I'm just a spec on a spec on a spec on a spec
A man on a planet with no plan of going home til I'm gone.
I meant, not til I'm on. Rocking off with moon rocks with space
You can see me flying past Vega looking so out of place.
Determined to meet my maker. Determined to be a creator.
Be wary of an infiltrator. No worry. I'm Zim's Invader.
God, don't you see that I'm fire. Krabs rev up the fryers
Me and Milo riding panda Phantom Tollbooth. Tock ticking killing Time
Your dog's dying on our accord. drive a Honda you can't afford Fusion with me and Vegeta might be a lord.
Until then I'm tryna meet the Lord. Hit the spaceship to see the Lord
I wonder if He believe in us. Should I follow the drinking gourd?
I used to have these dreams. I thought that I could see the future.
Then the future came through and then I started Deja vu'ing
Stop assuming that we stupid. Larry Hogan. That's your hubris.
Nixon blasted us to the Moon and made black holes of black humans.

Hook

Outro:
Blast off. Blast off. We're in too deep
Space, but there's still not enough of that in between
The place where I'm starting and the star where I'm a king.
The unpromised land where I'm a star. Not a peon or in between