Space Dust Songtext
von Louis VI

Uh Ride
Hat down so the bouncer don′t recog-
Nise
Pop bottles but till the record...
Flies
I'm not buying bottles,
F*ck it sometimes I′m skiving bottles from the Buy n' Save
I'm here, pretending like I am paid,
But I am slave to chains, not iron made.
Can′t shield myself like an Iron maid
Ironic how orion got a belt but I′m finding that I can't pay
For a table so I have space
Constellation consolation prize is that I lose face
So no way I will cave
No money in my pocket
But no way I will slave
I′ll die before I wake before I sell soul my pay
I'll try to take a leaf out from the page that Andre made
An Outkast tryna outlast all these fakes
Better check yourself


So cheque please
But direct these,
At the peeps that my music please
Lady luck ain′t here so miss fate, will you sit please?
Musical version of a strip tease
Cose underneath we just victims
To the system; that markets guns 'n big tims
So caress that melody,
Make you remember me
Forever leave that tendency
Go south with your lips like hennesy
One bow to the kids that meanta be
So proud of a man I′ve never been
Look out for them now when the enemy
Bound to be around make a friend of me
Move cleverly you whisper that you loved it
We does this
But t'ya friends you would never say,
Said we hungry we hungry
But we live each day by day
Times is ugly is ugly
But you and your pretty face
Is so lovely but f*ck thee if for my music you don't pay biatch!

She got me tilted like I′m faded
She got me tilted like I′m faded we making love
And I gave her the greatest bruv
But today gotta break it off
Cose this is making of the faded
She got me tilted like I'm faded
She got me tilted like I′m faded we making love
And I gave her the greatest bruv
But today gotta break it off
Cose this is making of the...

Green johnnies in my black wallet
Faded inbetween the coppers
Cuff my hands to the bed stand
Cose she wanna play cops and robbers
I know this yattie is a freak
While she biting my lips with her teeth
But see this yattie can't be in my dreams
Cose the music is second to her clothes′ seams
Now we just...
Floating
Find me in a stream
If there's a chain on my neck & the sky is red
Then you′ll find me in a dream
Away from my bed no space in my head to ride these galaxies
Smoked with a superstar last night
Drove in a supercar last night faded
Better check yourself
For this music you reject your health
If an artist etched himself would you pledge your wealth?
Draw a blank and I sketch myself
They look at me like I don't feel their eyes must be an optician
The only thing disguised is my race & my religion
I'm pale enough for dismissing,
Dark enough for a lynching
Racial ambiguity confusing me to be thinking I should be
Living it up
When my living is bruk
Should I kidnap a star?
For a million bucks
Just get in the truck
I′m kidding the feeling inside
Is revealing a side of me I hid from the light
No money′s a killer of pride
I figured on figures arriving by now
Ring the bell
Sound the alarm
Another black boy done
Not by the gun but by the funds
Just a chance
But the sum, of all life
Won't divide
My music wanna make it
Still she reaching for lights like I′m faded

She got me tilted like I'm faded
She got me tilted like I′m faded we making love
And I gave her the greatest bruv
But today gotta break it off
Cose this is making of the faded
She got me tilted like I'm faded
She got me tilted like I′m faded we making love
And I gave her the greatest bruv
But today gotta break it off
Cose this is making of the faded