TO THE MOON - Sam Tompkins

(I sit by myself, talking to the moon)

Pull up the ting, gon' turn up

Pull up the ting, gon' turn up

Pull up the ting, gon' turn up

Pull up the ting, gon' turn up

Ooh, yeah, come for the zoov

Yeah, pull up for certain

Yeah, come set the mood

Yeah, you come like sunshine

Yeah, call me the moon

Baby girl fine, so fine, so fine

Might give her the wood, yeah-ay

Ooh, yeah, come for the zoov

Yeah, pull up for certain

Yeah, come set the mood

Yeah, you come like sunshine

Yeah, call me the moon

Baby girl fine, so fine, so fine

Might give her the wood, yeah-ay

Pull up the ting, gon' turn up

Pull up the ting, gon' turn up

Pull up the ting, gon' turn up

Pull up the ting, gon' turn up

Pull up and make it clap

Buss it down on my jeans

Make a nigga spend racks (Woah)

Pull up and make it clap

Buss it down on my jeans

And end up on your back (Woah)

Pull up and make it clap

Buss it down on my jeans

Make a nigga spend racks (Woah)

Pull up and make it clap

Buss it down on my jeans

And end up on your back (Haha)

Whine up your ripe pum-pum

Oh, ya pussy so tight

Make a nigga change ways

Know I been broke, not once, but twice

That's why a nigga got paid (Paid)

Whine up your ripe pum-pum

Oh, ya pussy so tight

Make a nigga change ways

Know I been broke, not once, but twice

That's why a nigga got paid (Paid)

Pull up the ting, gon' turn up

Pull up the ting, gon' turn up

Pull up the ting, gon' turn up

Pull up the ting, gon' turn up