dear world: gimme some head.

and there it is:
sitting right here in front of my face.
i see it, ready to take off.
like a rocket, ready to venture into the universe.
but this is cape canaveral.
and if they say we can't go, we can't go.
no houston, we don't have a fucking problem.
why can't i just take off?
i don't wanna tell you how i feel, bc it might hurt your feelings.
but i just wanna take off.
i'd tell the world to suck my dick,
but they'd prolly enjoy it.
try and make their lipstick smear,
just so my girl could see it and ask me
"who's been down here?"
the world's just been blowing my cock,
and blocking my cock,
and won't let me take off.
it doesn't make sense how much i need to get it out,
and i don't wanna stand on these bricks of ill-understanding.
that shit is just compacted sand, and it melts in the heat.
but sand is useful.
burn it, and it makes glass.
press it, and it makes bricks.
two of the main things you need to build a house.
but this shit needs a good foundation.
so go press me some sand, and make me some bricks, world.
and after you do that,
go blow me some glass, world.
i'm finna take off world, i'll see you next year.
and when i see you again, i'm gonna put my dick back in your mouth,
and you better not let your lipstick smear.