Rocket Man
[Intro: Jim Kribb]
Lose my mind
Do you understand?
I been losing my mind
For you
I been losing my mind
Do you understand?
I been losing my mind
Do you under...?

[Hook: Toyotomi]
Windows down and my city glows
Little kid, shit I'm really grown
Where the hell is my baby face?
Prolly lost it all in your panties girl
Lost it all, I didn't plan enough
Just wanna catch a plane and go
And see the world

[Verse 1: Toyotomi]
But I'm broke
Homie that's too true
Unemployed and in highschool
My [?] sucks cause I rap cool
And my friends told me I'm that dude
That might make a milli off iTunes
I'd die to know that they buy hits
It's a good thing I don't try hits
I just make raps in my bedroom
Try and disappear in your world
I'm going off in this world
Tell em, Toyotomi what's good
Better yet, Toyotomi what's true
Better not spend it all in one night
I'm blowing paper all in one go
I'm blowin' paper, homie, one more
I need that Louis, Prada and more
Yeah, counting minutes with studios
Big closet, plenty clothes
And I need deposits with hella O's
When the beat stop, I'm not finished hoe
[Hook]
Windows down and my city glows
Little kid, shit I'm really grown
Where the hell is my baby face?
Prolly lost it all in your panties girl
Lost it all, I didn't plan enough
Just wanna catch a plane and go
And see the world

[Verse 2: Toyotomi]
Baby girl, can I have this dance?
Cute girl and I like your pants
Not that thick, but you look so sweet
Can I like your pics on Instagram?
I'm the only cool guy in the 'burbs babe
Do you wanna get bread on a Thursday
Do you wanna touch lips on the first date
Aw shit, I'll take you out next Thursday, uh
I probably can't do it next Thursday
I'm kinda tryna drop my mixtape
I'm kinda tryna be so cool
But when you say bye, can you tell that it hurts me?
Yeah
Is it insane man to hear that a weird kid could've made the rap of the year?
This rapper is queer
Hideyoshi was he
With guitar like I'm not tryna take the career
Tryna rap like cash in the pocket
Tryna rap like I'm back in the rocket
Too young for the stars
Better pour more gas on the casket
Better pour more gas in the tank
So we lay out on the planet
When I land, overplanned it
Man I am who I am
And I speak with a slang and
Guess every boy, he got habits
Guess every damn penny I make
Don't reach my palm
Cause I sure get taxes
Spent a couple G's
G5's leather seats
Say that I don't matter
But mama gotta eat
[Outro: Jim Kribb]
I been losing my mind
For you
I been losing my mind
Do you understand?
I been losing my mind
Do you understand?
Lose my mind
Do you understand?
I been losing my mind
For you