Shooting for the stars I'm an astronaut you say you’re the goat But I think not I get it popping like they did pac Bald head I ain’t got locks But I’m clean n I got knots In my pockets Take off like a muh fucking rocket Shooting stars I’m off to mars I lay these bars down Like they going to sleep They sleeping on me But ima wake em up Yea it’s time to wake Get ya fucking cake Time to wake n bake I'm fucking stoner a loner I loan ya some nah I don’t think so I work to damn hard to get this mink coat Think ima pop me one n ima do coke Inhale exhale I blow smoke Coming out the ears I’m bout to float I’m so damn high I Need a eighth weed just to get me right Taking off into the night So ya better sit tight n take flight Cuz we about to go for one hell of a ride Don’t close eyes just lean back n enjoy the night Riiight