OKAGA, CA - Instrumental

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

My dear (it's not, 'cause it's not)

What you really want girl

My heart's not sprung in love when I see you (when I see you, when I see you)

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

You're so special to me, to me

To me, to me (let's go)

Let's move to California

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

I have things on my back so please don't (take the blame, I have to take the blame)

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

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

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 (I wanna go fly to the moon)

Yeah, but anyway (pack your bags, pack your bags)

Play it cool, play it cool, 'cause it's cold (play it cool, play it cool)

You're so special to me, to me

To me, to me

(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 how?

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 chimney

Laying on my trampoline, looking at the stars

From my fake space fog machine

Now you know my arm is dead

From the push that you had

I said I loved you, said it back

Like it was scripted, instrumented, 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

(Watch this) let's go to the moon

(Favorite director)

(Gonna be good)

Come on, baby

What you wanna do?

(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

Oh, right now

Yes

Let's go to the moon (yes)

(It's about to start)