Intergalactic Lover Lyrics

Kool Keith - Intergalactic Lover Lyrics

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Intergalactic Lover Lyrics

[Kool Keith]

Yeah..



	Supergalactic lover! (2X)



I was your boyfriend girl lieutenant lover flight commander

Member of the air force, remember when I bought you a Porsche?

Diamond rings with roses, I put pearls in your noses

Put you in heels, paid your school loans and tons of bills

I ripped eight thousand threw a stack up in the fireplace

You couldn't believe it, your mom was there with a sad face

I had you accounts, three million with big amounts

You wrecked your Impala, I seen you at the beauty parlor

Gave you a check engagement ring, four million dollars

Your friends were surprised, your sister couldn't believe her eyes

I walked in with cape, with jewels, on, you know I'm the captain

Outside by the Cadillac three brothers rappin soundin wack and

I kept on steppin legend status, you know my rep and

I see you at eight, turn your pager off, don't be late



Chorus: repeat 2X



	Supergalactic lover!

Comin from the projects on the hill

	Supergalactic lover!

In my monkey-green ragtop Seville



[Kool Keith]

Exquisite background, with spaceship pictures up on the wall

You changin lingerie quick, you put on pumps, standin tall

Tell me what you thinkin, at the table while you drinkin

You got stress, tell me love, you need a fly dress

Important reasons I will care for you in different seasons

Daytona Beach, catchin the sun, layin on a pillow

Stop your days of worryation lookin out the window

Captain of program, girl I run this Enterprise

Open your eyes, now you realize, now put on thigh highs

Tie your boots up tight, very tight with all your might

Come in the front row, you're a star in a private show

I taught you well, gave you earrings that I bought you well



Chorus



[Kool Keith]

Sippin real smooth wine, galactic glasses, wearin maskes

Her suit is armor leather jacket, I'ma wear a bomber

Dark black hats, remember Cato and the Green Hornet

I step up on it, test the flight switch, move a nice switch

Adjust the tempo makin complex into somethin simple

A masquerade party while bartenders, pass Bacardi

Lemon juice or orange bintz, parked with a sunroof

Brown ragtop, spaceship movin ridin down your block

Power jets millineium, level five is next

(Crank up the space, beam up)



Chorus



	Supergalactic lover! (5X)