Three more wishes in the well Three more wishes in the well Three more wishes in the well Three more wishes in the well I need space! I'm on fire Gas me up into the sky Watch it become alive I'm like a third degree burn You let me sit and then I bubble up I get in trouble with my words And bite my tongue like everybody else And you can see me from a telescope Cause I'm from the space city Houston Got me into music Beats stay lazy Voice stay nasally Hometown miss me Said I'd never make it Look at how i'm living coming out my moms basement Now why you jelly like the spread? Got a Swiss cheese brain and I hope that it's apparent Now why you jelly like the spread? Peanut butter sandwiches are what I ate Three more wishes in the well Three more wishes in the well Three more wishes in the well Three more wishes in the well I need space! I'm on fire Gas me up into the sky Watch it become alive Hot! But then I'm cold like medicine Blow smoke like a veteran So slow like management So I went independent Now i'm stacking up all my percentages I'm latin man With a slight tan And a frying pan Full of Vyvanse I'm a handful With a big soul So be careful What you wish for (911 what's your emergency?) (Help! I'm on fire! Ahh!) Three more wishes in the well Three more wishes in the well I need space!