Blah Loops

You’re like a spaceship sent for me
'Bout to beam me up and take me high away
Lightyears ahead yeah
Can’t picture life without you
Like a twelve-piece symphony
Creating melodies all around you love
Lightyears ahead yeah
Simple-minded talk about you but
Blah blah blah is all you hear
Blah blah blah is all you hear
Blah blah blah is all you hear
Blah blah blah
Loops playing
Sweet tooth for your love let’s soufflé it
I’m too faded off wine, what’s this? Zinfandel?
Nah I’m not seeing double
Nah you just thick as hell
Won’t kiss and tell
But I dreamed this on a wishing well
Moments pursuing my life
And yeah I treat you well
Maybe a night in Versailles will light up your eyes
Picnic blankets
Watching fire flowers light up the sky
Intimate as the stroke of a brush
Records spinning, smoking blunts
Discussing plans to shift the culture for once
We engaged like we ain’t spoken in months
I mean it’s heavy how we both can’t get enough
How we both can get a rush off of touch
Off of touch
Yeah off of touch
Off of what
Yeah yeah
You’re like a spaceship sent for me
'Bout to beam me up and take me high away
Lightyears ahead yeah
Can’t picture life without you
Like a twelve-piece symphony
Creating melodies all around you love
Lightyears ahead yeah
The simple-minded blah loops
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooooh
I told you, ooh, ooh
It was co-ooh-ool
To fall for me
Baby let it be cause
I ain’t the wuh-uh-one
People go and co-uh-ome
So temporary-he-he
It ends terribly, so just let it be
Hu, hu, hu, hu, hu
I told you, hoo, ooh
It was co-ooh-ool
To fall for me
Baby let it be cause
I ain’t the wuh-uh-one
People go and co-uh-ome
So temporary-he-he
It ends terribly so
Boy just be free
Playing in my mind like it’s programming
Feel like some '95 type slow jamming
Vintage picture
Films with the old cameras
Been told I hold manners like an old grandpa
So anti
So high you’re on standby
Smoke weed and took the redeye
Too jedi she said I
Bring her lots of joy and I
Replied, «I wish we could press rewind.»
Sipping red wine on Delta Airlines
Thanking God I still got my hairline, word word
Thanking God I never sold my soul, word word
Independent I control my own, word word
I need a queen with me to share the throne
Trust me enough to not go through my phone
I found a nice groove I think I’m in my zone
Just finished this rhyme I’m 'bout to land in Rome
You’re like a spaceship sent for me
'Bout to beam me up and take me high away
Lightyears ahead yeah
Can’t picture life without you
Like a twelve-piece symphony
Creating melodies all around you love
Lightyears ahead yeah
The simple-minded talk about you but, damn
Blah blah blah is all you hear
Blah blah blah is all you hear
Blah blah blah is all you hear
Blah blah blah