Burning Stuff / Fly Me To The Moon

Fly me to the moon

Let me play amongst the stars

Let me see what spring is like on jupiter and mars

In other words, please be true

In other words, I love you

Yes,

Soon I'll be shooting the stars like a dude in the car who refuses to ask

Everybody dance now, start moving your arse

I'll make my mark over mars but I'm not dutch, beneath the stars I'm key but I'm not hutch

I'm cool, yeah I'm with it, sitting on the clouds you'd be more than with it

I'm Wicked, been on the ground since brith,

But that's not my philosophy

People say I'm down to earth but, well, that's the last place I wanna be

I want wings, I want jet packs

Gravitys abit of a set-back

Eff-that fly away like Kravits

Hit the bass, hit the plantes

Fly me to the moon

Let me play amongst the stars

Let me see what spring is like on jupiter and mars

In other words, please be true

In other words, I love you

Yes,

Let's get down to Rizz-ness

Don't other rappers get bored of shou-ting

I use my nozzle, now I'm being booked on moron mountain?

I'm setting the pace man, man waste man

I'm an original I make fans

My jobs to bake brown geeze, Now I chill with stars, like space jam

And my names is Jordan, but my claimed to fame isn't ballin'

While I'll raise my tapes and recording

Step on the stage and the place starts calling

Rizzle, kicks, rizzle, kicks

Yeah we get astronomical reception

So Rizzle, Kicks, sikk? ermm, rhetorical question

Fly me to the moon

Let me play amongst the stars

Let me see what spring is like on jupiter and mars

In other words, please be true

In other words, I love you