Dance on the Moon

[Intro: Theophilus London]

Where the weather is warm

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]

Moonlight move when a nigga dance

Peep a nigga steeze from a nigga stance

Had to leave home, wasn't working out

Kiss moms for me if you get a chance

Walk the streets where I stay

Niggas 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 nigga done been through the most

Washin' my mind out with dope

Shit real, but you know a nigga can't choke

When they recognize a real nigga still

Ride with me, down with me, say he a float

And all my real niggas sittin' in the VIP

Shovin' champagne through the next girl throat

[Chorus: Theophilus London]

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: Travis Scott]

Lost in the moonlight, run through the moonlight, who knew?

Cop lights, no lights, 'cause the bills they was overdue

Now a skinny-iggy nigga 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 shit, come look in my eyes and get a fix

We just gon' cruise, hit the brews, lay back, don't worry 'bout shit

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 niggas 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 nigga

[Chorus: Theophilus London]

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

[Bridge: Theophilus London & Paul Wall]

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 (Paul Wall), and we forever live long (Two cups)

[Verse 3: Paul Wall]

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 fucked 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 skillet, me and Paskel been doin' that shit

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 bitch, and I'm doin' my dance

[Chorus: Theophilus London]

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