Artist: Tyler, the Creator f/ Alice Smith, Clementine Creevy, Leon Ware Album: Cherry Bomb Song: Okaga, CA Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Tyler, the Creator] + (Clementine Creevy) Let's just run away from here (cause it's not, cause it's not) Workin' out on Earth, my dear (cause It's not, cause it's not) What you really want, girl? My heart stops pumpin' 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) [Chorus: Tyler, The Creator] Girl, you're so special, to me, to me To me, to me {*5X*} [Tyler, the Creator] + (Clementine Creevy) 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) (Ehhhhh) 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 switchin' 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) Hahahah, 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) [Chorus] [Alice Smith] + (Leon Ware) (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 (whoooa) The earth is so rough, I'm not callin' your bluff What, what, what (She would love that) I think I believe you (know the way) take me higher Let's make our way over, to the Okaga cave Today, there we will stay Play it cool now (yeeah) X-Y-Z her Welcome me in, then we'll begin [Tyler, the Creator] Suckin' on my ears, fingers rubbin' through your hair Fast wind, slow wind, fuck yeah, we behavin' bad Uh, probably couldn't tell but I be blushin' when you with me When you kiss me, swear to God, blood was rushin' to my chimney Uhh, layin' on my trampoline, lookin' 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 fleein' 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 [Leon Ware] + (Tyler, the Creator) Oh yeah... Oh yeah, let's go to the moon! Oh yeah, let's go, to the moon! Oh yeah... Oh yeah, let's go to the moon! Oh yeah, let's, go to the moon! (I wanna watch this) Let's go to the moon! Oh yeah (favorite director) Ohh baby! (it's gonna be good) Come on, baby, what you wanna do? (I'll be okay, I really like you) [Alice Smith] Take me away, fuck what they say To another place, another day We in outer space, we'll waste our days Listenin' to Sade, Sade, Sade [Leon Ware] Oh, right now... yes! Let's go to the moon Yes! [Tyler] It's about to start...