Where exactly are we
You are 1700 and 58 feet underground
Oh, woah, woah, woah
Good Answer, I respect thoughtful judgment
Ooo, woah
I fly away to the moon tonight, tonight, tonight, yeah
I just want to know if I'm right for ya, for ya, oh, oh
Why you fight from distance
Why I fight for equalism, why you always distant
I just want to fly away and make us all go missing
But you always trippin' baby you don't want to listen
You don't want to listen, something wrong with fission
Something wrong with fission, baby I was lookin' in it
Tryna find the key to things, I hope that it's not missing
I take her to the dealership; I'll buy everything u missing
Let me just die, let me just die
Let me just die, oh, let me just die, die
Let me just die, die, die, die, die
Let me just die, oh, let me just die, die
Let me just die, let me just die
Let me just die, let me just die
I fly away to the moon tonight, tonight, tonight, yeah
I just want to know if I'm right for ya, for ya, oh, oh
And fly away, and fly away
Oh, oh
