Mina production.

Oh.

Alright, be good.

Dude, I'm not gonna make it.

I'm not gonna make it.

Yeah! I'm not gonna make it.

Space, space, space, space.

Oh,
yeah.

Get on your ups and shoot em.

I, what?,
I'm trapping them two times.

I'm a codeine.

I am not a fiend.

Oh.

I shoot it like a bean.

Press the Lord with my heart.

Who else you gon' get shot?,
They gon' tell me I'm,
hot.

Third crime is a cop.

Mina production.

What's up?,
Yeah.

How'd I change my thought?,
We finna sick of Moe.

Yeah!,
Mina production.

Space, space,
space.

Mina production.

Oh, the half of my bed I'm sitting in the sun on a sweater with a dash.

God, I feel so damn scared this whole time.

But if I move a little farther,
how can I move a little further?,
Shipping in plans over the sea,
then it goes up in the sky.