Travi$ Scott - Dance On The Moon Lyrics
[feat. Theophilus London & Paul Wall]Where the weather is warmMoon light move and a nigga dancePeople making steez from a nigga stanceHad to leave home, I'm working outKiss mom for me if you get the chanceWalk the streets of our stateNiggas giving dabs and pounds I can't waitIn the moon light you can't see me eyesAnd when I'm up the things I can't thinkMan I be costing the coastSwear a young nigga dumb been through the mostWashing my mind out with dopeShit real but you know a nigga can't chokeWhen they recognize a real nigga stillRide me out, stay me afloatAnd I'm a real nigga sitting in the vipShowing champagne through a neck's girl throat[Hook:]Let's get high, and go dance on the moonWe could fly, and go straight to the moonTouch the skies, and go dance on the moonWhere the weather is fun, and we forever live longLost in the moonlight, ran to the moon like, noCoplights, no lights, cause the bills that was overdueNow a skinny nigga nigga got fits from the wrong wayTaking trips to the side of the moonHad to take trips to define my peaceBut I got a little feeling might be in that tombI like my weed a little cheese, roll that back a little thickBetter watch your tongue, don't wanna chokeBetter let that jack... I'm on some popular shitCome look at my eyes to get a fixWe just gonn cruise, hit the bruise, lay back don't worry about shitIt might get ridy, cause all the freaky models wanna partyAll the freaky models in the lobbyIt's so obvious that they lobbyistMan it can't be realer, me and my niggas in the villaShe in that white, just can't fit her, sweet not bitterDrink like you got no limit,Hit it then she on the move, my nigga[Hook: x2]Let's get high, and go dance on the moonWe could fly, and go straight to the moonTouch the skies, and go dance on the moonWhere the weather is fun, and we forever live longPow wow, 2 cups, hold upI'm headed to the moon cause the world screwed upLike the city I grew upSo I'm pouring up a cold cup,Bout to get tolled upGot a xanax crushed upIf you steal my cup it will get you *****ed upPull up to the moon with the trunk upGetting sucked up, with 3 blunts roll upSmoke all 3 at the same time, cow that triple og,And the triple d, I'm a fool when I'm on eYou know nothing bout meBackwood fill with a Compton treeGetting full of that all I got gas and grief3 lines poured up, in the big peachBaptize the blunt, but I ain't no priestPeach ciroc with an orco, piece of hash in my triple steetsOg was on a bone with a skillaMe and pass skill been doing that shitDeath I can live what you know about thisBaby bas came through with the kush and shish... and a summer twistOn the moon, getting high than a *****,And I'm doing my dance.[Hook:]Let's get high, and go dance on the moonWe could fly, and go straight to the moonTouch the skies, and go dance on the moonWhere the weather is fun, and we forever live long.
