Down Comes The Spaceman Lyrics - Saba

[Verse 1: Supa Bwe] 

I grew up out west, Lockwood, Chicago Ave 

They used to beat my ass 'til I started fighting back 

Moved to OP, I was OC, Mowgli 

Grew up with gorillas and some snakes, niggas phonies 

Bad ass nigga, throwin' trash yellin' Kobe 

If you go Curry, I'ma go Ginobli 

Tear drops flow over me, hope my ex get over me 

I witnessed the older me die in that death match 

Why are we drones, so alive in this gridlock 

Bad bitch wedlock, used to make her bed rock 

Rock bottom cape get, up like a headshot 

Head strong but dead wrong like a landlocked dreadnaught 

Dread not shawty, uh, why play bad cop? 

It's too many bad cops, it's too many damn ops 

Fufu nigga stand down, don't make JuJu stand up 

Do you like some druff, dust you with these hands bruh 

Shawty bad as fuck, what 

I think she a dancer 

I think she a cancer 

But I'ma moon lanta 

Move like a caveman, down comes the spaceman 

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[Chorus: Supa Bwe] 

Make way, make space man 

Down comes the spaceman 

Make way, make space man 

Down comes the spaceman 

Make way, make space man 

Down comes the spaceman 

Make way, make space man 

Down comes the spaceman 

I'm so spaced agent 

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[Verse 2: Saba] 

I grew up Austin Ave where they used to beat my ass, yeah 

Started fighting back but I still got my ass whooped 

Blood on the curb where I learned to use my words 

And now the whole block tote Glocks like the purge 

I knew I ain't belong so I started writing songs 

I was looking for a home like Kanye on Cottage Grove 

I was lowkey, undercover like I caught a cold 

Still mopey, sad as fuck, in search of pot of gold 

That pot turned to dollars, then dollars turned into adios 

Before the flight talk to grandma, she know where I be goin' 

To the moon and then back and I haven't packed all my bags 

But I plan to land and then put my foot down and then put the flag in 

Beauty around like a pageant since I found what I was passionate 'bout 

Family adament 'bout my cap and a gown 

I can imagine it now, how happy they sound 

If I were to get a masters or at least a bachelor out, down