Lyrics

[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