Space Jam

Haloed hero, horn-rimmed glasses
Hell-bent, heaven sent type
Sending signals through deep space
In search of intelligent life

“You’re not one to settle”
The pot said to the kettle

Don’t lower yourself, your Highness
The silence
Has killing me softly down to a science
Wherever you run to
Doesn’t become you
Like here
You’rе the queen of the last frontier

Hip mе to that b-girl motion
You use to outflank
Participation trophy husbands
And Big Apple angst

“You’re not one to settle”
The pot said to the kettle

Don’t lower yourself, your Highness
The silence
Has killing me softly down to a science
Wherever you run to
Doesn’t become you
Like here
You’re the queen of the last frontier

Well I trust Mars’s majesty
In most pursuits
Will all your stars wink back at me
Like we’re in cahoots?

Don’t lower yourself, your Highness
The silence
Has killing me softly down to a science
Wherever you run to
Doesn’t become you
Wherever you run to
Ain’t here
You’re the queen of the last frontier