The moon hits 12 I jus think of you you
You my homie, to my marge how I think of u
We Bart around like we were the Millhouse
You put it on God you ain’t leavin
When it’s done I just hope you still breathin
Foreal
You gaspin
Full tank now you wanna go some miles
She wolf, you hunting for me wood
When the clock hits 12 I just think off you
On a lucien moon we jus ride the wave
We don’t need no pilot
Yeah We can autopilot
When the clock hits 1 You jus play my tunes
Got you in the mood
You walking like a queen you magestic
How you do it so well you fantastic
We Stick well, we don’t no glue
Pin you to the wall you my master piece
Moon reflecting from your eyes I can the stars
Foreal when you gaze up in the Double R You can see the stars Foreal Foreal
The moon hits 12 I jus think of you you
You my homie, to my marge how I think of u
We Bart around like we were the Millhouse
You put it on God you ain’t leavin
When it’s done I just hope you still breathin
Foreal You gaspin
My cards on the table pick a deal
We goin around in circles we might end up in Piccadilly
We Rushin just to get back beat the full moon
Skin on skin we don’t need no rubber
You grind slow smokin marijuana
Her eyes closed gone back to summer
The nights cold get under covers
On a full moon, we huntin for the pleasure
Got the wine the sauce delights
Neck work got me all frostbites
The moon hits 12 I jus think of you you
You my homie, to my marge how I think of you
We Bart around like we were the Millhouse
You put it on God you ain’t leavin
When it’s done I jus hope you still breathin
Foreal
You gaspin