Riprock, AG Come in, over Yo turn me up I wanna be heard See, I’m talki’ about the future, y’all And the future looks bright ‘Specially when we rip it in half.
Here it comes, millennium And everybody’s taling ‘bout Jerusalem Is this the beginning or beginning of the end Well, I’ve got other thoughts my friend.
See, I’ve got my eyes on the sky, The heavenly bodies up high, And if your in the mood to take a ride, Then strap on a suit and get inside
CHORUS: If you want to fly, Come and take a ride, Take a spae ride with the coyboy, baby, If you want to fly, come and take a ride, Take a space ride with the cowboy, baby Why-yi-yi-yippie-yi-yay-yippie-yi-yo-yippie-yi-yay Why-yi-yi-yippie-yi-yay-yippie-yi-yo-yippie-yi-yo
We don’t need all these prophecies, Tellin’ us what’s a sign, ‘Cauyse patanoia ain’t the way, to live your life from day to day, So leave your doubts and your fears behind
Don’t be afraid at all ‘Cause up in outerspace, there no gravity to fall, Put your mind and your body to the test, ‘cause up in outer space it’s like a wild wild west
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Boom and never let me try to stop me , Born to fly sky high, up to the stop see, Nothing to fear, no doubts, and no tears Milennium sound to motovate the future years, And you can either be scared or be prepared, aginst all odds I bet you never would’ve dared, To make these moves and take flight like me , To come through for the world prophecy, Space conncet to overthrow your interception, Ready or not make it hot, there ain’t no question, Get *N Sync and put your head to the sky, Keep the faith, One love from Left Eye.
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Riprock, AG, End of transmission, They’ve had enough