Moonrocks
Moving through the night
The moonlight always fucking talk to me
Bark at me
Coffee to the coffin
And I'm Falling deep
Gotta catch my breath
Run this shit
Just like a marathon
Cherry bomb
Season it with tarragon
Caught a glimpse in the mirror
As she put the mascara on
Breaking records
Barry bonds
We on and off
And
Off and on
Gettin it cracking in the octagon
We fucking upper echelon
Came back to life to cash the check
And crash the vet
Just pass the tech
We getting wet
Drinking tea before the shows
She told me that she loves me
Pass her to the bros
I ain't with the cuffing
Puffing when we pull up to the function and we stunting
Benzo in the driveway
Bitch I bought it myself
Black card in the wallet
Yea I'm clearing the shelf
Got the foams and they stealth
Said it's good for ya health
Rocko manage the wealth
Keeping it kosh
Papa like roach
You flying coach
I'm flying first class
I brought the work back
Lit since my first track
But I ain't goin call back
Chippi chippi get the glizzy let em hit it
Pour up
Pour up
Moon rocks in the Backwood
Like we just touched down on Mars
90 days in rehab
Blow a bag at saks fifth
Than Dropped a little acid
And I watch her do a backflip
No diving in the pool
Reece you to high to drive to school
Fuck it, call the kid an uber
Ball out with my shooters
And I'm shooting for the stars
Gelato filled jars
J pop em like a pop tart
Pull up in a go cart
No Mario
Sorry hoe
Running laps around you
Had to get some cardio
Don't play no cardi at the party hoe
The moonlight always fucking talk to me
Bark at me
Coffee to the coffin
And I'm Falling deep
Gotta catch my breath
Run this shit
Just like a marathon
Cherry bomb
Season it with tarragon
Caught a glimpse in the mirror
As she put the mascara on
Breaking records
Barry bonds
We on and off
And
Off and on
Gettin it cracking in the octagon
We fucking upper echelon
Came back to life to cash the check
And crash the vet
Just pass the tech
We getting wet
Drinking tea before the shows
She told me that she loves me
Pass her to the bros
I ain't with the cuffing
Puffing when we pull up to the function and we stunting
Benzo in the driveway
Bitch I bought it myself
Black card in the wallet
Yea I'm clearing the shelf
Got the foams and they stealth
Said it's good for ya health
Rocko manage the wealth
Keeping it kosh
Papa like roach
You flying coach
I'm flying first class
I brought the work back
Lit since my first track
But I ain't goin call back
Chippi chippi get the glizzy let em hit it
Pour up
Pour up
Moon rocks in the Backwood
Like we just touched down on Mars
90 days in rehab
Blow a bag at saks fifth
Than Dropped a little acid
And I watch her do a backflip
No diving in the pool
Reece you to high to drive to school
Fuck it, call the kid an uber
Ball out with my shooters
And I'm shooting for the stars
Gelato filled jars
J pop em like a pop tart
Pull up in a go cart
No Mario
Sorry hoe
Running laps around you
Had to get some cardio
Don't play no cardi at the party hoe
Credits
Writer(s): Reece Geller
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