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letra de spaceman - greencowme

[verse 1: greencowme]
houston, can you hear me?
i’ve been trying to see clearly
but i think that the radar broke
i don’t know where i’m at, and i feel alone
and i can’t find the motherf-cking iss
and i’m starting to think that my stress levels are skyrocketing
and it’s probably a cause for panicking
ah, goddammit i have combating thoughts
it’s a crisis, i don’t like it
don’t know how to fight it, and i might end up
in a frozen block of ice
it’s less than 10 degrees kеlvin
but i’m in h-ll with the devil who’s sеlfish
i can’t help it i’m stuck
in a rut, but you don’t give a f-ck
guess it’s like a black hole, it sucks
even light cannot try to run
and the path that i have isn’t optimal
bubbling up, but i ain’t got any thought bubbles
all i got are obstacles in my path
so i can’t go to give you my wrath
but if there’s any doubt that you have
that i’ll make it, then kiss my ass
greencowme ain’t eating grass
you push me down, i’ll push you back
behind the helmet is just a man
i ain’t no armstrong, i’ll give you that
i’m just a man with a mic
trying to find my purpose and what i am
try’na come down, but my heart is racing
lost track of nasa, no one can save me
i ain’t paul simon going to graceland
i’m still on earth but i feel like a sp-ceman
[hook: greencowme]
i feel like a sp-ceman try’na find his way back home
back to earth, and even then, i’ll still feel so cold and so alone
i feel so f-cking isolated especially when i’m on the phone
’cause i feel, i feel like a sp-ceman try’na find his way back home, way back home

[post-hook: greencowme]
ho-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ome (way back home)
ho-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ome (try’na find his way back home)

[verse 2: greencowme]
it’s kind of crazy when i think about it
’cause i’ve been feeling like i’m try’na climb the steepest mountain
everything about it i couldn’t even fathom and now it’s happening
actually it’s a tragedy with people combating me with a baseball bat trying to bash me
trying to suffocate me, putting my head in a bag
and that isn’t rad, but that’s life
and i think i don’t understand it
but who am i to judge, i guess
there’s over 7 billion people up in this earth
and every single one of ’em is gonna drive me berserk
and i think i was cursed, but i ain’t beating this abyss of darkness, that just won’t work
oh sure, people say “be an optimist” but optimism won’t fix a sp-ceship
they don’t understand i’m just being realistic, some things just ain’t gonna be the greatest
yeah, i’m cool with that, i accept that
i’m lost but i can try to wait for help
but until then, i will have to fend for me
otherwise i’ll feel like i’m in h-ll
and it’s back and forth, an attack on all fours
trying to run away from it
but i can’t do it, i can’t control this sp-ceship
i guess it’s time to make the greatest hits
that’s what you wanna hear me say
well you heard me say it, are you happy now
no, of course, you’re not, you wanna drag me down
but you can’t take down this cow
oh no, i’m slowing down
i’m in a black hole what did i expect
so if you don’t hear from me, just know you’re gonna be next
[hook: greencowme]
i feel like a sp-ceman try’na find his way back home
back to earth, and even then, i’ll still feel so cold and so alone
i feel so f-cking isolated especially when i’m on the phone
’cause i feel, i feel like a sp-ceman try’na find his way back home, way back home

[post-hook: greencowme]
ho-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ome (way back home)
ho-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ome (try’na find his way back home)
ho-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ome (way back home)
ho-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ome (try’na find his way back home)

[bridge: greencowme]
if i don’t make it home tonight
it’s ’cause i’m lost in sp-ce
but i won’t go down that easily
so wipe that frown off your face
i’m hoping nasa can find me so that they can get me down to earth
but just in case they don’t
i wanna make sure you knew i knew my worth

[hook: greencowme]
i feel like a sp-ceman try’na find his way back home
back to earth, and even then, i’ll still feel so cold and so alone
i feel so f-cking isolated especially when i’m on the phone
’cause i feel, i feel like a sp-ceman try’na find his way back home, way back home
i feel like a sp-ceman try’na find his way back home
back to earth, and even then, i’ll still feel so cold and so alone
i feel so f-cking isolated especially when i’m on the phone
’cause i feel, i feel like a sp-ceman try’na find his way back home, way back home

- greencowme

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