a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

dance in space - jk9 lyrics

[intro: jk_9_]
where the weather is warm

[verse 1: jk_9_]
moonlight move when a person dance
peep a goofy st**ze from a person stance
had to leave home, wasn’t working out
kiss moms for me if you get a chance
walk the streets where i stay
people give me daps and pounds they can’t wait
in the moonlight, you can’t see my eyes
and when i’m off the things i can’t think
man, i been coastin’ the coast
swear a young person done been through the most
washin’ my mind out with dope
sh*t real, but you know a goofy can’t choke
when they recognizе a real person still
ride with mе, down with me, say he a float
and all my real friends sittin’ in the vip
shovin’ champagne through the next girl throat

[chorus: jk_9_]
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
let’s get high, and go dance on the moon
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
we could fly, and go straight to the moon
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
touch the skies, and go dance on the moon
where the weather is warm and we forever live long
[verse 2: jk_9_]
lost in the moonlight, run through the moonlight, who knew?
cop lights, no lights, ’cause the bills, they was overdue
now a skinny*iggy goof got fits from the runway
takin’ trips to the side of the moon
had to take trips to define my peace
but i got a little feeling it might be in that tomb
i like my weed a little cheese, roll that, that a little thick
better watch your toke, don’t wanna choke
better let that jack roll down your neck
i’m on some popular sh*t, come look in my eyes and get a fix
we just gon’ cruise, hit the brews, lay back, don’t worry ’bout sh*t
it might get rowdy, ’cause all the freaky models wanna party
all the freaky models in the lobby, it’s so obvious that they lobbyist
man, it can’t be realer, me and my people in the villa
she in that white dress, it can’t fit her
sweet not bitter, drink like you got no liver
hit it, and then she on the moon, my man

[verse 3: jk_9_]
hold up (hold up)
i’m headed to the moon, ’cause the world screwed up
like the city i grew up
so i’m pouring up a co*cup, ’bout to get tore up
got a xanax crushed up
if you spill my cup, it’ll get you f*cked up
pull up to the moon with the trunk up
gettin’ sucked up with three blunts rolled up
smoke all three at the same time, call that “triple og”
in the triple d, i’m full when i’m on e, you don’t know nothing ’bout me
backwood feel with a compton tree
gettin’ full of that oil, i got gas and grease
three lines poured up in the big east
baptized a blunt, but i ain’t no priest
peach ciroc with a norco, piece of hash and my trippy sticks
og wax on a bone with a sk!llet, me and paskel been doin’ that sh*t
def’ rockin’ link, what you know about this?
baby bash came through with the kush assist
percocet ten and a soma twist on the moon
gettin’ higher than a b*tch, and i’m doin’ my dance
[chorus: jk_9_]
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
let’s get high, and go dance on the moon
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
we could fly, and go straight to the moon
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
touch the skies, and go dance on the moon
where the weather is warm and we forever live long

- jk9 lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular