Lyrics HoU-SToN - WRECKM

(WRECKM!)

Take off to space in my rocket
Rapping fast out of my pocket
I'm like a taser I shock it
Took me a while to switch, but now I got it
I know that I say that I stall it
But now I'm really out it
I'm going super fast straight to the moon
Way faster than Audi

I can't expedite the track if I want it loudly
I can't say this or that unless it's said proudly
I can't make big old stacks unless people crowd me
I can't moonwalk, Michael Jack, if it is too cloudy

Coming back earth, Houston I got a problem
I'm the only one on here and I cannot solve them
The lyrics spreading rapidly, think they call it pollen
I'm not even sure please tell me all my options

Everything in here is too hot, might drop the track
It hits so heavy on the ground, it has an impact
Got lyrics and dictionaries, call that hardback stacks
I'm just waiting to get money, so I can call it racks

I'm gonna get money one day, put it all inside the bag
I'll chase after all the money, like it was a game of tag
I make a lot of good stuff, I do not mean to brag
But I need to get to the point where I buy, see no tag

I need the 808 bass to blow out all of your speakers
I hope one day, I'll get a Ken Carson feature
All I do is get stronger all y'all do is get weaker
Now I might have to turn down a notch, inside the beaker

Ok I admit it got a little heated
But the synth and the chords were great did, you see what the lead did
I had to leave them out for now, they went and they seceded
But don't act all snobby about it, I don't like elitists

I really like bass
I like 808s
Spent one fifty on FL yeah out my wallet payed
Came in with a twenty did all of that the next day
Now they take the words out of my mouth I didn't say
Put the echo on my vocals and a little delay
Shoot them with my laser lyrics kill 'em with death ray
I'm gonna send back a verse I have not much to say
But I'll give my situation in my favorite way

Coming back earth, Houston I got a problem
I'm the only one on here and I cannot solve them
The lyrics spreading rapidly, think they call it pollen
I'm not even sure please tell me all my options

Everything in here is too hot, might drop the track
It hits so heavy on the ground, it has an impact
Got lyrics and dictionaries, call that hardback stacks
I'm just waiting to get money, so I can call it racks

I'm gonna get money one day, put it all inside the bag
I'll chase after all the money, like it was a game of tag
I make a lot of good stuff, I do not mean to brag
But I need to get to the point where I buy, see no tag

I need the 808 bass to blow out all of your speakers
I hope one day, I'll get a Ken Carson feature
All I do is get stronger all y'all do is get weaker
Now I might have to turn down a notch, inside the beaker