Flying to Mars

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 either 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