There you go around your tiny world again Playing space man in your silver ship You say you wanna come back down to earth again When you?re down you
're lost in space Space man You're lost in space There you go Just like all the other times before Space man You're lost in space Space man You're lost
There you go around your tiny world again Playing space man in your silver ship You say you wanna come back down to earth again When you?re down you find
Traduzione: Smash Mouth. Space Man.
: There you go around your tiny world again Playing space man in your silver ship You say you wanna come back down to earth again When you?re down you
the Esoterrorsmit yo It does what it does cause we do what we do, let's go [Verse 1: Celph Titled] Smash ya, keep a tech 9 in my dresser Lyrical professor
smash in the lone star state [Uchie] We don't wanna pull it hardcore Players in the south We spitting that lyrics staright out of me mouth And if you
Cam alone Before this man jam ya scrammed ya damn camera phone Bout to introduce his ass to the hammer phone Smash nah smile homes dial tone, flatline Gun in his mouth
' blammer with Santana, leave Cam alone For this man jam ya, scram ya damn camera phone Bout to introduce his ass to the "hammer-phone"... Smash not,
You don't think that Lil Sho, spit nothing but hits That's just like saying, that bruise don't make you shit [Ake] Yo my mouth is a gun, man you better
m lost in the synergy Drown in my misery, a man of mystery I stand in the blistering heat as the epitome Of the anti-hero, tipping my Stetson Space cowboy
alone Before this man jam ya scrammed ya damn camera phone Bout to introduce his ass to the hammer phone Smash nah smile homes dial tone, flatline Gun in his mouth
could see it by my bitch face she thick with ass Get slick slick I click click blast on ya bitch ass Squad up shit click or smash on ya bitch ass Smash
peep they fake appearance like Joan River's facelift By my name of hieroglyphics you could say Im prolific I left something for lost ones who missed the space
on Greentrees Really ain't no reason to try and pretend these Hoes ain't down and willin' to bend knees I ease Up off of my gas to smash brakes I'm gazin
you staring at eagle's tits Cobwebs get dusted Foul mouth, better clean them gutters My whole cortex fills, filled with clutter Makes me wanna smash the
it Ready, unload with fat tracks from lootkids Doin my thang since 16 in '86 Hey yo, sayin that the West ain't it Nigga I'll smack you in your mouth for
