Flume - Space Cadet Lyrics

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Space Cadet

Space Cadet Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Space Cadet By Flume?
Can't stop spacing, oh no
Can't stop spacing, on a daydream Can't stop spacing, and when I'm on the cloud My feet square on the ground My head up in the clouds, looking down, out of this town You know I gotta try My fuckin' brain's on fire Just gotta toke again, after that Can't stop spacing out, oh no Can't stop spacing, on a daydream Yeah nigga, shoot 'em all, throw 'em right now Starin' at ya sweatin' my wallys My mind got vivid thoughts of what I'm supposed to be doin' Got the blue and the cream, me and Rah blowin' steam Sittin' with Tarrentin', nigga stackin' the green Roll rockin', fan fuckin' Snatchin' up mics at award shows, rollin' up O's Wu clothes, my flows are so detrimental Space cadet keep a cassette of instrumentals Sling slang the track like 'dick the hoes' Super intelligent, verbally diminish the pros A visionary, my mind's like a rhyme war-zone You can't postpone the inevitable, king of the thrones Ghostface Can't stop spacing, oh no Can't stop spacing, on a daydream Can't stop spacing, and when I'm on the cloud My feet square on the ground My head up in the clouds, looking down, out of this town You know I gotta try My fuckin' brain's on fire Just gotta toke again, after that Can't stop spacing out, oh no Can't stop spacing, on a daydream |
Who Wrote Space Cadet By Flume?
Harley Edward Streten
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What's The Duration Of The Space Cadet By Flume?The duration of Space Cadet is 1:57 minutes and seconds. |
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