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
mads*