"over the moon" lyrics
(Yeah, right)
Cos I never know what to do
So I just do what I do
You know how I'm hating to lose
Lately I'm over the moon
No one is promised tomorrow
I spend all my euros
On fashion and food
How do I know what to bet on myself?
It's the maximum hitting the boost
What's the thread count on my bed
When I'm resting my head it's a thousand and 1
Remember the hating, they called me a faker
And now they say how is it done?
My girl is a 10, I could probably do numbers
But lately I'd rather have 1
Real life no oculus I've got my avatar
Dripping in comme de garçon
Turning them tables round quick
New Yorker minute, like I'm on the knicks
We used to chip in five-ish for a lift
Black racing stripe on a white Honda Civ
I never suffered the hating disease
I'm with my gay friend he's spilling the tea
Gone like a thief with the jewels from the safe
Whatever goes wrong I'm just calling it fate
Cos I never know what to do
So I just do what I do
You know how I'm hating to lose
Lately I'm over the moon
No one is promised tomorrow
I spend all my euros on fashion and food
How do I know what to bet on myself?
It's the maximum hitting the boost
What's the headcount on our side?
You ain't one of the guys we ain't we ain't letting you in
At night when I sleep see the city from high
Like I'm god, or I'm up in a blimp
My girl look good even when she thinks she doesn't
I gotta convince her she does
Trip to Chanel for the handbag
Cos I'm coming through in the clutch
Grape gatorade got it from a night owl
Poured sweat and I bled need electrolytes now
FaceTime got me sad, get the next flight out
We'll be gone thru the summer til the birds fly south
In a french chalet, like my name Timothee
Give her that D feel it in her obliques
Born with the feeling of feeling lonely
Wishing me luck but there ain't no need
Cos I never know what to do
So I just do what I do
You know how I'm hating to lose (I'm hating)
Lately I'm over the moon
No one is promised tomorrow
I spend all my euros on fashion and food
How do I know what to bet on myself?
Every minute I'm hitting the boost
Cos no one is promised tomorrow
No one is promised tomorrow
Cos I never know what to do
So I just do what I do
You know how I'm hating to lose
Lately I'm over the moon
No one is promised tomorrow
I spend all my euros
On fashion and food
How do I know what to bet on myself?
It's the maximum hitting the boost
What's the thread count on my bed
When I'm resting my head it's a thousand and 1
Remember the hating, they called me a faker
And now they say how is it done?
My girl is a 10, I could probably do numbers
But lately I'd rather have 1
Real life no oculus I've got my avatar
Dripping in comme de garçon
Turning them tables round quick
New Yorker minute, like I'm on the knicks
We used to chip in five-ish for a lift
Black racing stripe on a white Honda Civ
I never suffered the hating disease
I'm with my gay friend he's spilling the tea
Gone like a thief with the jewels from the safe
Whatever goes wrong I'm just calling it fate
Cos I never know what to do
So I just do what I do
You know how I'm hating to lose
Lately I'm over the moon
No one is promised tomorrow
I spend all my euros on fashion and food
How do I know what to bet on myself?
It's the maximum hitting the boost
What's the headcount on our side?
You ain't one of the guys we ain't we ain't letting you in
At night when I sleep see the city from high
Like I'm god, or I'm up in a blimp
My girl look good even when she thinks she doesn't
I gotta convince her she does
Trip to Chanel for the handbag
Cos I'm coming through in the clutch
Grape gatorade got it from a night owl
Poured sweat and I bled need electrolytes now
FaceTime got me sad, get the next flight out
We'll be gone thru the summer til the birds fly south
In a french chalet, like my name Timothee
Give her that D feel it in her obliques
Born with the feeling of feeling lonely
Wishing me luck but there ain't no need
Cos I never know what to do
So I just do what I do
You know how I'm hating to lose (I'm hating)
Lately I'm over the moon
No one is promised tomorrow
I spend all my euros on fashion and food
How do I know what to bet on myself?
Every minute I'm hitting the boost
Cos no one is promised tomorrow
No one is promised tomorrow
