feat. Theophilus London & Paul Wall
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Where the weather is warm
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Moon light move and a nigga dance
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People making steez from a nigga stance
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Had to leave home, I'm working out
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Kiss mom for me if you get the chance
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Walk the streets of our state
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Niggas giving dabs and pounds I can't wait
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In the moon light you can't see me eyes
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And when I'm up the things I can't think
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Man I be costing the coast
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Swear a young nigga dumb been through the most
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Washing my mind out with dope
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Shit real but you know a nigga can't choke
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When they recognize a real nigga still
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Ride me out, stay me afloat
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And I'm a real nigga sitting in the vip
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Showing champagne through a neck's girl throat
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[Hook]
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Let's get high, and go dance on the moon
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We could fly, and go straight to the moon
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Touch the skies, and go dance on the moon
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Where the weather is fun, and we forever live long
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Lost in the moonlight, ran to the moon like, no
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Coplights, no lights, cause the bills that was overdue
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Now a skinny nigga nigga got fits from the wrong way
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Taking trips to the side of the moon
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Had to take trips to define my peace
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But I got a little feeling might be in that tomb
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I like my weed a little cheese, roll that back a little thick
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Better watch your tongue, don't wanna choke
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Better let that jack 'I'm on some popular shit
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Come look at my eyes to get a fix
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We just gonn cruise, hit the bruise, lay back don't worry about shit
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It might get ridy, cause all the freaky models wanna party
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All the freaky models in the lobby
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It's so obvious that they lobbyist
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Man it can't be realer, me and my niggas in the villa
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She in that white, just can't fit her, sweet not bitter
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Drink like you got no limit,
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Hit it then she on the move, my nigga
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[Hook] x 2
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Let's get high, and go dance on the moon
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We could fly, and go straight to the moon
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Touch the skies, and go dance on the moon
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Where the weather is fun, and we forever live long
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Pow wow, 2 cups, hold up
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I'm headed to the moon cause the world screwed up
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Like the city I grew up
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So I'm pouring up a cold cup,
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Bout to get tolled up
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Got a xanax crushed up
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If you steal my cup it will get you fucked up
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Pull up to the moon with the trunk up
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Getting sucked up, with 3 blunts roll up
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Smoke all 3 at the same time, cow that triple og,
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And the triple d, I'm a fool when I'm on e
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You know nothing bout me
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Backwood fill with a Compton tree
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Getting full of that all I got gas and grief
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3 lines poured up, in the big peach
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Baptize the blunt, but I ain't no priest
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Peach ciroc with an orco, piece of hash in my triple steets
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Og was on a bone with a skilla
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Me and pass skill been doing that shit
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Death I can live what you know about this
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Baby bas came through with the kush and shish
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'and a summer twist
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On the moon, getting high than a bitch,
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And I'm doing my dance.
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[Hook]
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Let's get high, and go dance on the moon
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We could fly, and go straight to the moon
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Touch the skies, and go dance on the moon
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Where the weather is fun, and we forever live long.
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Dance On The Moon
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Travi$ Scott |