Artist: Wale & A-Trak
Album:  Festivus
Song:   Spaceships (Freestyle) *
Typed by: Cedmaster3K

* song starts after "Narciss-her" at the 2:44 mark

[Wale]
Uhh, uhh, uhh, bounce
Hah, look

Second place, I can't do it
which is why, I'm workin' through it
I'm just tryna get my squad through it
Why these niggas tryna add salt to it?
Goin' through a little mood with a few
Lord, can you help a brother get through?
Momma still gettin' on me
I should quit performin', graduate that school
I love a shoe, I hate defeat
A lot of karats, betakaroten
I can guarantee, November guarantee
Instead of carryin' me, these niggas carry tea
Mean muggin', y'all muggin'
I make an instrumental kick a bucket
Spittin' something these niggas'll fuck with
It's funny them drums, they bustin' to kill your percussion
Heaven knows, Hell lies
That's why my heart, paralyzed
I wear it out, on my sleeve
Yet I feel, not a thing
Not a thing, badaboom, badabing
Bomboozed by the weak
Who am I to weep? Ran through some Goose just to buy the G
When I'm sober I don't like to think
With all these niggas, with all these hoes
Fuck all these niggas, make me sound haters with audio
But you make sure you tell them all adios
Cause I make sure I'm grindin' like I was broke
Though I ain't rich, know I am close
And I won't go anemic, my iron close
Even when I go Caesar, these hoes'll know
When they with me, they know they gon' overdose
See my thoughts is deep and my flow is dope
And you far from official, you open court
And I'm high as a forward that jump at the quarter
You might as well forfeit, you four foot short
That's all I got.. OG shit

Until March that is, March
Indeed we goin' in March, March 31st
Nada...