Apollo 11
[Verse 1]
Stuck in the blues - swear I’m no crip
Stuck in my shoes – swear they don’t fit
Fuck what you choose – Fuck what you do
Fuck what you be
I’ma do me – autofelatio
Grab an automatic and play this for radio stations
Mental is essentially stationed on Apollo 11

[Hook]
Apollo 11 x4

[Verse 2]
Alien in the past tense
I’m absent from our intergalactic
Enter my mind and die from the madness
I’ve managed to live
By blazing the cannabis
And painting on canvas-ses
I tried praying like mantises
But God is as real as atlantis is
I tried praying like mantises
But God is as real as atlantis is
Ignorance is bliss but I like pain
Sever my right brain and light dank
So I can see in the right light
It burns in the ordinary eyes
I'll burn till my coronary fries
[Hook]
Apollo 11 x4