Drunk off your kiss, life turns sideways
Drugs from your skin, high like skyscrapes
Where your soul goes, you will find me
Follow you there, I will blindy

I don't believe that you're from New York
You're from the sky, past our view of space
Don't bullshit me, tell me you're an angel
And this ain't gon' make no sense
No sense but I'll say

Your lips they taste like June
Your eyes are a rocket to the moon
Those legs gon' put me in a tomb
Praise God when you hit me with the, "Ooh"
Hit me with the, "Ooh"
Praise God when you hit me with the, "Ooh"
Praise God, praise god, go
Praise God when you hit me with the

Drunk off your kiss, tastes like absinthe
King size spaceship, hips crash landed
Scream out my name, ring like sirens
Lights in your eyes, gladly blinded

I don't believe that you're from New York
You're from the sky, past our view of space
Don't bullshit me, tell me you're an angel
And this ain't gon' make no sense, no sense
But I'll say

Your lips they taste like June
Your eyes are a rocket to the moon
Those legs gon' put me in a tomb
Praise God when you hit me with the, "Ooh"
Hit me with the, "Ooh"
Praise God when you hit me with the, "Ooh"
Praise God, praise god, go
Praise God when you hit me with the

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Writer(s): JONATHAN DAVID BELLION