Paroles Dance on the moon Travis Scott

Dance on the moon

Featuring Theophilus London & Paul Wall

(Bridge)
Where the weather is warm

(Verse)
Moon light move and a nigga dance
People making stands from a nigga stance
Had to leave home while I’m working out
Kiss mom for me if you get the chance
Walk the streets of our state
Niggas giving dabs and pounds, they can’t wait
In the moon light you can’t see me eyes
And when I’m up the things I can’t think
Man I be costing the coast
Swear a young nigga dumb been through the most
Washing my mind out with dope
Shit real but you know a nigga can’t choke
When they recognize a real nigga still
Riding around but staying afloat
And I’m a real nigga sitting in the VIP
Chugging champagne but them niggas gon burp

(Hook)
Let’s get high, and go dance on the moon
We could fly, and go straight to the moon
Touch the skies, and go dance on the moon
Where the weather is warmer, and we forever live long

(Verse)
Lost in the moonlight, ran through the moonlight, no
Cop lights, no lights, cause the bills that was overdue
Now a skinny nigga nigga got fits from the wrong way
Taking trips to the side of the moon
Had to take trips to define my peace
But I got a little feeling might be in that tomb
I like my weed a little cheese, roll that dap a little thick
Better watch your tongue, don’t wanna choke
Better let that jack run down your neck
I’m on some popular shit, come look at my eyes to get a fix
We just gonn cruise, hit the bruise, lay back don’t worry about 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 lobbyists
Man it can’t be realer, me and my niggas in the villa
She in that white, just can’t fit her, sweet not bitter
Drink like you got no limit,
Hit it then she on the moon, my nigga

(Hook x2)
Let’s get high, and go dance on the moon
We could fly, and go straight to the moon
Touch the skies, and go dance on the moon
Where the weather is warmer, and we forever live long

(Verse)
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 cold cup,
Bout to get tolled up
Got a xanax crushed up
If you steal my cup it will get you fucked up
Pull up to the moon with the trunk up
Getting sucked up, with 3 blunts rolled up
Smoke all 3 at the same time, call that triple OG,
In the triple d, I’m a fool when I’m on E
You know nothing bout me
Back wood feel with a Compton tree
Getting full of that all I got gas and grieves
3 lines poured up, in the big peach
Baptize the blunt, but I ain’t no priest
Peach ciroc with a narco, piece of hash in my triple steets
OG wax on a bone with a skilla
Me, I’m past ill, been doing that shit
Death I can live what you know about this
Baby bas came through with the kush and shish
Pergoset teen in a summer twist
On the moon, getting higher than a bitch,
And I’m doing my dance.

(Hook)
Let’s get high, and go dance on the moon
We could fly, and go straight to the moon
Touch the skies, and go dance on the moon
Where the weather is warmer, and we forever live long