AppleHoule - Let's fight, Space Cowboy Lyrics

Lyrics Let's fight, Space Cowboy - AppleHoule




One tappin' these kids like I'm Spike Spiegel
Cooking you so hard you wouldn't believe it's legal
My bitch grabbed my god-damn blaster
She screamed daddy, oh please, go faster
But baby, you're not the only one who's getting plastered
Say my name right and call me the kung fu master
Speeding on my bike, wrecking all this rubble and debris
You wouldn't think twice if it was the Feds, or it was me
Claiming that bounty every day, there's no option
If I don't, they'll inject me with all the toxins
Chemical bonds rearrange the way the brain thinks
Say my name three times, this poison's got me all jinxed
Nike's on my feet, on the hike through the forest
We plowing so hard like we're a group of tourists
A Cave? A mountain? What comes next?
The destination don't matter unless we all dressed
Too complex, what's next?
I give up, switch it up, throw it up
Whoa, okay, we can work with this
The flow is kinda crazy, spitting all this crazy shit
Right at me, if ain't it's bitch, or no snitch
Ask my boys to pitch
The fax machine will print our names
And save the date of the man's bad fate
And then it states that we're the ones responsible
For the crate that lifted off to sea, to flee, that never got back to me with fees
And blessed us with the sense so free
And let us be and never ever see
Blessed
Never gonna see it
Never gonna be it
Saying, "Hey there Ms. Hall"
She said, "Sup, little baby doll?"
But she'll never call
I will fall
Too late to stall
Never seen her wall
Wanna go to the mall
Baby, how you gonna make me lose my mind?
Right now nothing matters except you and I
Let's keep it together, let it last forever
Your beauty makes me go blind
Can't believe we met off the line
Your beauty makes me go blind
Can't sleep 'cause we on that grind
I will stand tall
Empires fall
Not just a face in the crowd of the mall
Some people come and then some people go
Everyone knows, I've seen it all
Beat on the drum 'til we sink down below
We'll be on fire before all you know
Wake up tomorrow and see all the sorrow
Regrets in the air, I smell it through care



Writer(s): Adam Houle


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