Chorus:(Randy)
Starships and Rockets in a world that don't a damn fly past me, who can I trust A player doing the I can If you set yo' mind free you'll understand Starships and Rockets, in a that don't give a damn
1 (Eightball):
As the sunsets, I take off my Sit down and collect, my thoughts of another day in the How it don't last like it use to It's place to get yo' ass splattered from a gun blast Not trying to preach, just trying to reach out and me I chose the righteous path and now are out to kill me Killing myself, suicide Explaining formulas for on black genicides In other words I Not for telling the truth, but about the lifestyle I Now everlying I have and seen much shit But it all man, I've always been a lyrisct high school, to a hole in a wall, shotting pool On top of the world, and a nigga still dues Singing the blues, saturday morning mom bumped it and happiness, Al Green and the Trumpets Rolled up in my brain that hay and hen Using God giving talents, slanging and sin Lost in the clouds, in that 80 proof And all around me, my world is to
2 (Eightball):
Look at the asteroids past you Video taping with they cameras flashing They me dashing out the studio, with the 2 inch tape >From the to stage it just ain't no escape >From the devil, no matter who you are it's hard to 'em >From the TV that 'cha watching to the that 'cha eating We been jackomentally, by the And sometime the enemy end up being kind to me Space Age pimp flexing, plexing Friends turn to foes trying to be than Westin get taught by the one's fucking up constantly Pressured by they peers, by they eyes and ears Nigga's sell souls trying to get the goals in End up wonderin' were the bump in end Then again time won't tickin' away You won't get shit if you don't get on up and get it New shit turn to old shit we killing each other trying to impress a bitch Lost in the clouds, drowing in that 80 And all us, our world is turning to
(Randy):
Starships and rockets in a world that give a damn fly past me who can I trust A doing the best I can If you set yo' mind baby, maybe you'll understand (what) and rockets, in a world that don't give a damn, yeah, yeah Don't know we got starships, and rockets Got bullets all me, yeah A Can ya me, can ya' feel me We're living, On Pluto, and Mars, and Starships, and Say everybody hear I saaaaaaaay