3rd Rock from the Sun by Eazymb Lyrics
3rd Rock From The Sun
(Chorus)
Floating on the third rock from the sun
You know It’s steady sinking
Say you headed to the top, But why can I still reach you?
Yeah, Don’t fuck with cops, Niggas think it’s open season
All this on my mind, got me blowin at my leisure
Hopped off the porch
Niggas is dorks
Collegiate flow like I stay in them dorms
Forgot about more
Y’all not important
Hop on the Twitter keep tellin them stories
Bout when you was warring
When you was whoreing
That time you fucked your homie sister, Lauren
Money hungry, need milk, porridge
Gold plate we don’t need to forage
Who the fuck rapping like me? I’m lookin
Booth or the kitchen A nigga cookin
Staying low key but I’m never ducking
Die for everything and live for nothing
Tear apart any and all assumptions
Find you somebody to match a blunt with
I2l, bout them celebrations
Ain’t popping bottles but still get wasted
She got a man so she said don’t tape this
Got so deep she walking and her knees be knocking
Told her I’m a dog, I’m a dog a dachshund
Look up to them niggas with the work no clock in
When you this fly bitches wanna ride up in the cockpit
Try to change the world but niggas hate change
Cause niggas like Nip keep on gettin slain
Enough bout that shit, said what I say
When Life give you lemons, sell out MinuteMaid
(Chorus)
Floating on the third rock from the sun
You know It’s steady sinking
Say you headed to the top, But why can I still reach you?
Yeah, Don’t fuck with cops, Niggas think it’s open season
All this on my mind, got me blowin at my leisure
Third Rock From The Sun, Yeah Yeah
(Chorus)
Floating on the third rock from the sun
You know It’s steady sinking
Say you headed to the top, But why can I still reach you?
Yeah, Don’t fuck with cops, Niggas think it’s open season
All this on my mind, got me blowin at my leisure
Hopped off the porch
Niggas is dorks
Collegiate flow like I stay in them dorms
Forgot about more
Y’all not important
Hop on the Twitter keep tellin them stories
Bout when you was warring
When you was whoreing
That time you fucked your homie sister, Lauren
Money hungry, need milk, porridge
Gold plate we don’t need to forage
Who the fuck rapping like me? I’m lookin
Booth or the kitchen A nigga cookin
Staying low key but I’m never ducking
Die for everything and live for nothing
Tear apart any and all assumptions
Find you somebody to match a blunt with
I2l, bout them celebrations
Ain’t popping bottles but still get wasted
She got a man so she said don’t tape this
Got so deep she walking and her knees be knocking
Told her I’m a dog, I’m a dog a dachshund
Look up to them niggas with the work no clock in
When you this fly bitches wanna ride up in the cockpit
Try to change the world but niggas hate change
Cause niggas like Nip keep on gettin slain
Enough bout that shit, said what I say
When Life give you lemons, sell out MinuteMaid
(Chorus)
Floating on the third rock from the sun
You know It’s steady sinking
Say you headed to the top, But why can I still reach you?
Yeah, Don’t fuck with cops, Niggas think it’s open season
All this on my mind, got me blowin at my leisure
Third Rock From The Sun, Yeah Yeah