Suckin
on my ears
Fingers
rubbing through your hair
Fastwind,
slowwind, fu........ck
yeah, we behaving bad,
Probably
couldn't tell but I be blushing when you with
me
When you
kiss me, swear to G.......od, blood was rushing through
me
Laying
on my trampoline, looking at the stars
From my
fake space fog machine
Laying
on my arm, it's 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
b.......itches trippin
now
Cause
we're fleeing to the moon
F...........uck
Earth, man we sick of y'all
Wings on
my backs and we ain't gotta cop a
ticket
