Flying to Mars - Foreign Beggars, Donae'O

Hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey

Thoughts are distorted, my mind is really spinning

I feel like I’m in space, should I abort this?

But like Charlie Sheen I feel I’m winning

Don’t want to stay in space

And I’m flying to Mars, (Woah, woah, woah.)

I’m flying to Mars, (Yeah, yeah, yeah.)

Should stay behind, but I’m rocking my spacesuit

And I’m flying to mars.

(Woah, woah, woah.)

Dada dee, dada day

Yeah, coke tanked up to my grill

Run up in the jam so slick

Came straight out of the field

Head to the bar like «Yo»

'Cos he hooked me up on to them tings

Bang, two shots to the head

Then I drop a half G in the drink

(Dada dee, dada day.)

Look who’s back in the zone

Out here we’re trying to catch those thrills

Hoes set put three to the dole

You can find me by the speaker

More time I’ll be by the mic

Beggar fam transmit to the aether

Can we get deep in the cut or less?

We about to get loose

I’m all in my head gone like, (Woah!)

I’mma draw two more sips of the goose

So who’s in the two puff pass?

Two blasts to the chest no drool

'Cos a brother’s on a move heading out of space

I’ve been licking that rocket fuel

(Dada dee, dada day.)

Yeah and that’s just the way we roam

Blazing them big fat cones

Somehow, someway we make it back home

We’re raving our ways past all

No time to waste when man’s in that zone

'Cos when you see me in the dance

I’m gonna drop that shit to get your head blown

I can barely move

But I can see the moon

I can see the stars behind the moon

I can see the moon

I can barely move

But I can see the moon

I can see the stars behind the moon

I can see the moon

Oh yeah