Tyler, The Creator - Okaga, Ca

Let's just run away from here (cause it's not, cause it's not)

Working out on Earth, my dear (cause It's not, cause it's not)

What you really want girl (ooh)

My heart stops pumping blood, when I see you (I see you, when I see you)

But try to play it cool because (I like you, I really like you)

Girl, you're so special

To me, to me

To me, to me

To me, to me

To me, to me

To me, to me

To me, to me

Let's move to California

Right now (pack your bags, go pack your bags)

I have wings on my back, so we don't (take the plane, have to take the plane)

Girl, I know you ready, I can see it in your eyes

(Boy, I know you're not, I can tell you're terrified)

Oh, nobody has to know and if they did, they wouldn't care

(When you rub my hands switching fifth gear)

Forget about it baby, let's not waste our afternoon (forget about it baby)

Cause we're gonna go fly to the moon (we're 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)

Girl, you're so special

To me, to me

To me, to me

To me, to me

To me, to me

To me, to me (ohh)

(Don't you wanna go back)

(Let's go, let's go)

(Right now)

I think I believe you (Let me show you how girl)

It's nice that I need to

The earth is so rough I'm not calling your bluff

What, what, what (She would love that)

I think I believe you

Take me higher

Let's make our way over

To the Okaga cave

Today (today)

There we will stay, play it cool now

X-Y-Z her

Welcome me in

Then we'll begin

Suckin' on my ears, fingers rubbing through your hair

Fastwind, slowwind, fuck yeah, we behaving bad, uh

Probably couldn't tell but I be blushing when you with me

When you kiss me, swear to God, blood was rushing to my Jimmy, oh

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 bitches trippin' now

Cause we're fleeing to the moon

Fuck Earth, man we sick of y'all

Wings on my backs and we ain't gotta cop a ticket, nah, nah, nah

Oh yeah

Oh yeah, let's go to the moon!

Oh yeah, let's go to the moon!

Oh yeah (Let's go!)

Oh yeah, let's go to the moon!

Oh yeah, let's go to the moon!

(Watch this) Let's go to the moon!

Oh yeah

(Favorite director)

(Gonna be good)

Come on, baby

What you wanna do?

(I’ll be okay)

(I really like you)

Take me away

Fuck what they say

To another place

Another day

We in outer space

We'll waste our days

Sade, Sade, Sade (sade)

Oh, right now ([?])

Yes!

Let's go to the moon