Trapped on a Star song & message

I sometimes feel bad for how I started web design, but I wrote too many conspiracies about weird things that would not make a lot of sense. And I may feel very ashamed sometimes when I think of those things, but then again as long as it’s not Jesus shaming me, and maybe a loving God who doesn’t burn people, because Jesus said he would burn non-believers, that I don’t agree with I think agnostic like Bill Gates or a Spiritual atheist like Steve Jobs is best, and here is the song below:

And I hope Jagex, and my fans can love me even when I make mistakes, because I have made to many, I blame Slim Shady and meth usage that has damaged my brain, Eminem still has those old songs about very serious things up and selling to people, Meth really damages your thought process, and I cry to much when I think of these sensitive things.

But wherever I end up working in Game Design first I hope they are okay with my blog, and I would also appreciate it, if they told me if a certain post went to far they let me know in advance and I could just remove it, forget what they say about something being on the internet it is there forever that is a lie. The truth is once the creator deletes it, only the assholes that want to hold that against the person keep it to black mail etc.

That was too emotional sorry.

Trapped on a Star (Trapped In The Sun Future Instrumental)

Verse 1:

That Yellow lambo’ outside for when I get my inheritance

Or a BMW M or i8 for once I graduate to the fullest

Or maybe a red Ferrari that I don’t drive every day

Mark O’ Mara and my parents bailed me out when I couldn’t make bond

Giving these young niggas and fans my thoughts before I pass on

I wanna be a role model, but I was never a king pin

I could eat a girl out and she then could ride me and sing sing

Her pussy ring got stuck in my mouth like her hair but that ain’t nothing

I like them bald and hairy, man what I say sometimes is very scary

Don’t let me Marry a girl named Mary who believes in the biblical punishments

I just need an atheist or an agnostic who lets me post and her reaction astonishment

 

Chorus:

That yellow Lambo Outside for the day I get my inheritance

Don’t do me like the guy from the Gentlemen man that is FBI shit

Man when will the FBI ask for my help to post and pay me

Or will I be posting for free till I am 80, and crashing a Mercedes

With a Hispanic escort as my wife, paying her a million a year to hold my baby

And adoption agents turning us down for my old content which was shady

But I don’t say sorry, bitch why should I say sorry

A Christian hates me, I hate them back, lets take a bath together

As long as your 18, but if you love me I will set you free

I don’t got as much money as Drake and Future but I try

Man I want a yellow lambo like Jay-Z and a skinny wife who wants to eat pie

And then I can make her go to the gym and such, or a home gym but she is mine don’t touch

Unless its an orgy deluxe straight out of Sodom and Gomorrahs book

Don’t throw that book at me, throw The God Delusion at me

But that book is so holy I would have to discard it for hitting the floor

I am trapped on a star burning for eternity

See you Christians get what you want just make sure to hose me off once I repent to the universe infinity

 

Verse 2:

I wanna be a superstar, I wanna be like a good-hearted King Pin

But I don’t move no drugs, I just sing sing

I don’t want to buy bling, but I should one day

Not sure if I ever will get signed to any one and perform full time

Or maybe I should just do Game Design and perform half the time

But I got school now, and stinky feet on me from my white girl

She told me stories about her doing drugs and that white girl

Man she better be clean now, smoke your weed baby girl

I would smoke like Erick Khan but if I dab I would be calling the cops

To pick me up at the rondeu vu point, while bickering about my pops

I used to drive dealers to the drops, I used to know the spots

I didn’t snitch though even Marks knew I took that L

Not a single night in jail, I rap and sing without fail, I may look pale

My sex doll is in her 20s and she is pale, as hell, and her small booty makes me cum

I go dumb, I don’t drink rum, I can sing to any drum, let me pause here before Future complains

That I went full dumbass on his song

 

Chorus

 

Verse 3:

Trapped on a Star, another planet without a Xanax bar

I listen to Goblin on YouTube talk about Xanax bars

I listen to Drake and love his foreign cars

I want to smoke marijuana jars

But I can’t handle that shit I would choke and die

Maybe my meth usage caught up to me so I get angry so fast no lie

Mark saved me from death and so did my mom

I am to scared to say spirit bomb because of the fine

But wait I don’t fly on planes I avoided that shit, I am in school fine

Adderall and Antipsychotics in the palm of my hand no white line

I want to shine, is that a crime

Can I believe I can succeed in my bedroom and be sublime

 

Chorus

 

Outro:

That Lamborghini outside for when I was trapping in the sun, yeah nigga

Black Fan Urkel funny voice: (maybe ask my brother to get me an AI Sample of these words with his voice)

He just said nigga! He think he black! Oooh shit dad.

Realizing You’re in a psychotic rapper’s music video

Why I stopped smoking weed videos man why are they popping up (so you can be annoying, we get it) I had to quit because of my condition.

Mental Trillness 2

The Life of Pablo Kanye playlist

808 & Heartbreak Kanye