[Verse] We goin home, this the ritual Don't you pack your bags, you don't need 'em where we goin', ho Sip up on this drank that I made for y'all Go to sleep, don't wake up until I say you so We 'bout to blow the plane, bitch, you never been before Then we hittin outer space, I think a kreep belong As for all them other lames listening what they told They 'bout to see a wasteland right beneath they toes Bitch
