Alien [Reference Track 2] lyrics

[Part I: Godzilla]

[Intro: Ant Clemons]
Turned to a Mothra, bro, this that Godzilla
Turned to a monster, more like Othello (Ooh)
Phantom of the opera, it goes where it goes (Ooh)
My nightmares still haunt me (Ooh)
When I sleep, they haunt me (Ooh)
When I sleep, they haunt me (Ooh)
And my nightmares, they haunt me (Ooh, ooh)
But I won't let 'em get the best of me (Yeah)
In the sunkin-

[Part II: Alien]

[Chorus 1: CyHi]
(Alien)
Magical flying cars
(Gradient)
Transition from light to dark
(Radiant)
It's actually not a star
Dressed the palladium
Post up by the sun and I let my vehicle charge
This ain't a Mercedes Benz
Huh, I would defy the arts
Me and my lady friend, told em' let's drive to mars
Stop by the ATM
We can't f*ck up, it's not a charge
Don't know what day it is, so we pray to the Mayan god's
[Verse 1: CyHi]
We ain't in the year that they say we in
They mad that my Lady's Arabian
f*ck you n*ggas, I'm no homosapien
I'm a god in this life as they made me in, huh
Why in the f*ck did they make me skin?
I was abducted from earth at the age of ten
I see space ships, space ships, space ships, space ships
Uh (Alien)
Black whip, white whip, green whip, grey whip
Huh (Alien)
Ass job, nose job, Botox, face lift
Uh (Alien)
Only f*ck with strippers who work the day shift
Huh (A-Alien)
Woo!
I bring the flare to the sun
I took the air from your lungs
Don't have to carry a gun
You lucky I'm tryna be there for my son
I be out there for one month
The same place you get Malaria from
Prepare for the launch
Five, four, three, two, one

[Chorus 2: CyHi]
(Alien)
Unidentified flyin' opp's
(Stadiums)
Can't tell me I'm not a star
(Uranium)
b*tch this is not a rock
(Titanium)
I'm the world's first, Nanobot
[Verse 2: CyHi]
b*tch, I fight fire with fire
Show up at your wedding in fire attire
If we catch a flat, we just fire the tire
Well, I guess the tire was tired
We can go wire for wire
Before I retire, I hire MacGyver
sh*t, I admire, admire
They turning the liars I [?] inspire
I love superstitious b*tches, futuristic vision
Told that ho' to clean the basement
b*tch, you do the dishes
More personality the new addition
I need two assistants
You still thinking two dimension
Niche sh*t, Uber instant
I'm like Mansa-Mansa Musa sitting, let's talk who's the richest
If I ever lose the business, I just need two fishes
And a loaf of bread with no overhead
I can go to bed, b*tch you know you dead

(Alien)