Felt like I am from a ship
You could see it in my face
Yeah I come from outer space
I find comfort in the bass
Sucking smoke out of a vase
Youth of the United States
Trapped inside the drums and claps
Ever since we've been locked in
Take the bud off of the stem
Asked my plug if they were good
But they still gotta mail it
I've been fine all this time
Cause I put more smoke inside
Wonder if this is my prime
Travel with a rhythmic stride
Of The Soul I could not lie
Music is what gave me pride