OKAGA, CA (feat. Alice Smith, Leon Ware & Clem Creevy) - Tyler, The Creator

OKAGA, CA (feat. Alice Smith, Leon Ware & Clem Creevy)

Tyler, The Creator

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Lyric

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

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

But I 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 (oh)

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

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 Jimmy, uh

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 back so 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 (yes girl)

Oh yeah, let's go to the moon! (let's go)

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'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, Sade

Oh, right now

Yes!

Let's go to the moon (yes!)

"Alright, alright, let me do it hold up, shhh"

"It's about to start"

- It's already the end -