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• Artiste: Heath McNease
• Titre: Space Cowboy
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Verse 1: Baby, do you want me or somebody like me? Cuz finding someone like me might be highly unlikely Heartbreak kid, Clark Kent lives, parquet spit when the heart rate lifts Like butter, nice to your mother, diamond cutter flow, no st-st-stutter Treble and bass reveling head case, rebel Dig it like a shovel when I'm on another level At the door with a butter knife, gutter type Rap never subtle like strapped to the shuttle World-beater with the heat for the three-to-four Defeated sorta like people at the feeding court Furious in believing it proves that perception is best to be ignored With an ego to fill this room, and a heart that could fill it too Living a vanilla sky lucid dream thinking you could ever fill these shoes Chorus: They call me the space cowboy The new gangster of love Two black eyes and a broken nose Laugh while I spit this blood Oh, heaven help me Save me from myself Please, heaven help me If you don't help no one else.. Verse 2: Think it's pathetic that most of ya'll don't even see me I love Jesus, but living like Him ain't easy And I'll admit I've been the first to pretend Mr. Pious with high and mighty, righteous dirt on my hands I got some struggles and I'd like to be honest But ya'll don't even wanna see the darkest part of an artist So thump your Bible while I spill guts and bile And love this generation of fighters you revile