90sitcom - Calling from the Moon

Dispatch calling from the moon
Baby girl watch me zoom
Wait, who the fuck is you
Big pockets and it compliments my shoes
Got Nike freerunners cuz they running from the dude
You can catch me tree hunting while I'm writing haiku's
Or at the club bird watching
There's so much bread to get
Like goddamn I ain't never really spent
This much time in my head so reckless
Got the beads, G-Shock no necklace
With the muthafucking boys never never land
Yea and we never never land
Rooftop love songs like I'm Method Man
I might marry the J and become breathless
I might marry the K and now you heaven sent
Pause that ain't my M O
Shorts about the knees probably doesn't fit the dress code
Martian Manhunter probably running up the set tho
He said that he gon' leave a thousand times
But he never goes
Look ma ya boy is on the Truman show
Where everybody's aspirations is a cubicle
Where its cool to have a dream don't pursue it tho
They said he finna go and jump but will he do it tho
I guess we'll never know

Written by:
Angelo Matus, Vaughn Morris

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