Were the beings on the craft little green men?

Robots?

Or something completely beyond our imagination

Wanna make music but im into hip hop

Wanna make videos but not the kids slop

Can't make mistakes, can't stand the trip ups

Dodging dead ends, living just to be stuck

Barely know my music cords, tryna B sharp

Skinny little kid can barely beef up

Little brit boy sipping from a tea cup

Alien boy in my flying sausar

Running low on brain food running high on junk food

Shaker when i make moves hater cause i hate fools

You master of suprise, an elephant in disguise

No hitting your phone nah, sorry for the late replies

I drown in deep thoughts that cloud my night

I drown online where they'd rather i die

High as fuck man, i knew i could fly

Whenever i make stuff i ask myself "why"

Never left my own mind, never drank, never cried

Love thats unrequited, its required that i die

Running incel shit on my dumbass diagtrive

In the way of true art, its where i truly strive

More then a rapper, im a mover and a shaker

More then a mover, im a rapper lacking paycheck

Dedication to myself, promise im gonna better it

In the meantime ill do nothing but drop hits

The amazing story of mister Sid Padrick

Ends

On a comforting thought