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letra de satellite - mars playground

(wooo)
(ayo)
(let’s get it)

[hook]

let me out, let me outside
let me outside
let me in, let me inside
i don’t wanna be a satellite

[verse 1]

‘eah
yo christo
all your fans wanna get a load of this show
and that’s that, don’t you want stacks stacks with the sauce
if you’re lost, here’s a map map. listo?
tap tap on the gl-ss of your fishbowl
(wakey wakey, mothaf-cka)
yeah, i know ya been locked up for the summer
making mediocre beat after mediocre beat, i mean tell you what, what a b-mmer
you ain’t got the time to p-ss the time
the future is now, elderly guy
your sound is signature
you gon get signed
you wrote “divine”
god won’t let you die
so what if he was talking sh-t
you shot the breeze, what an accomplishment
you got the sk!lls, where’s your confidence?
hate to sound like an optimist but like

[hook]

let me out, let me outside
let me outside
let me in, let me inside
i don’t wanna be a satellite

[verse 2]

he say, she say, hater on the hearsay
here’s a plan, homie, you go, we stay
leave, eh? if you still can’t understand what i mean, aye
imma do you like did the breeze, aye
(what) nah, don’t take it literal (alright)
that would be pitiful, bruh, i keep it civil though
you riled up like o’reilly, don’t get political
i got some other sh-t to think about so listen up
the effort put into this alb-m is considerable
the flow is critical, now check it like a physical
laid out the track so i could murder it on digital
so many syllables i barely even fit it all
got no time to waste, i got a corset
i’ll make a short chorus sound like it’s a war chant
boys eating more than his allotted portion
double contortion, twist the words like a wife in a heated divorce, like
i’m so provocativo
this is satellite, motherf-cker, not the tivo
got a voice so lovely, aphrodito
then i switch a lane and rap acid, amino
they been telling me the song’s not safe for work
but bl-w j-bs with protection, that’s safer work
i don’t try to think about what’s sacred first
cause tell me bout the last pastor to slay a verse
i’m like
who else you know wrote the bar, did the beat, did the mix and the master?
i’m that b-st-rd
you might think i’m lying and you’re right, i’m an animal, madagascar
if it ain’t a good time, i’m aborting
i heard a hater name
said “who?” call me horton
sorting the important from the unimportant
like a rich schoolgirl having s-x, man, i skrrt off in the foreign

[hook]

let me out, let me outside
(i just wanna point out)
let me outside
(that my toyota tacoma technically cl-ssifies as a foreign)
let me in, let me inside
i don’t wanna be a satellite

let me out, let me outside
let me outside
let me in, let me inside
i don’t wanna be a satellite

- mars playground

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