- Tyler, The Creator OKAGA, CA 歌詞
- Tyler, The Creator
- [Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Lets just run away from here (cause its not, cause its not)
Working out on Earth, my dear (cause Its not, cause its not)
What you really want girl
My heart stops pumping blood, when I see you (I see you, when I see you)
But I try to play it cool because (I like you, I really like you)
[Hook: Tyler, The Creator]
Girl, youre so special
To me, to me (x6)
[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Lets move to California
Right now (pack your bags, go pack your bags)
I have wings on my back, so we dont (take the plane, have to take the plane)
Girl, I know you ready, I can see it in your eyes
(Boy, I know youre not, I can tell youre terrified)
Nobody has to know and if they did, they wouldnt care
(When you rub my hands switching fifth gear)
Forget about it baby, lets not waste our afternoon (forget about it baby)
Cause were gonna go fly to the moon (were gonna go fly to the moon)
Yeah, but anyway (Pack your bags, need you pack your bags)
Leave your crew, bring your coat, cause it's cold ( leave your crew, bring your coat)
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Alice Smith (Leon Ware)]
(Dont you wanna go back
Lets go, lets go
Right now)
I think I believe you (Let me show you how girl)
Its nice that I need to
The earth is so rough Im not calling your bluff
What, what, what
I think I believe you
Take me higher
Lets make our way over
To the [?] cave
Today
There we will stay
[?]
X-Y-Z her
Welcome me in
Then well begin
[Verse 4: Tyler, the Creator]
Suckin on my ears
Fingers rubbing through your hair
Fast [?] fuck yeah, we behaving bad, uh
Probably couldnt tell but I be blushing when you with me
When you kiss me, swear to God, blood was rushing to my Jimmy
Laying on my trampoline, looking at the stars
From my fake space fog machine
Laying on my arm, its dead
From the pressure of your head
I said I loved you, said it back
Like it was scripted, but you meant it, like the flavor of that lemonade
That we was sippin on our sushi-ridden dinner date
Oh, you think you special now?
Other bitches trippin now
Cause were fleeing to the moon
Fuck Earth, man we sick of yall
Wings on my backs and we aint gotta cop a ticket, nah
Nah, nah
[Coda: Leon Ware]
Oh yeah
Oh yeah, lets go to the moon!
Oh yeah, lets go to the moon!
Oh yeah, lets go to the moon! (Lets go!)
Oh yeah, lets go to the moon!
Oh yeah, lets go to the moon!
(Watch this) Lets go to the moon!
(Favorite director)
(Gonna be good )
Come on, baby
What you wanna do?
I'll be okay
(I really like you)
[Outro]
Take me away
Fuck what they say
To another place
Another day
We in outer space
Well waste our days
Sade, Sade, Sade
Oh, right now
Yes!
Lets go to the moon (Yes!)
(Its about to start)
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