Chris Patrick
Moonwalkin
[Intro]
Sit by myself, talkin to the moon

[Chorus]
Gettin' lit for the night, toast up with a drink to the vibe
Said the hoes want to link, pours by the sink, we do not want to link with you guys
We outside and you not there
Screamin', "It's not fair"
Designer jacket its a Moncler
Getting harder to not stare
Cartier on her, its cold as hell
Ferragamo the toes and belt
Pedal green 'til all the bros is wealthy
Presidential suite like Roosevelt
To the moon
Done playing games
We been pushing thru'
To the moon, yeah yeah
To the moon, yeah yeah

[Verse 1]
I'm the next successor to the Kobe Bryants
Met with pressure, now my soul a diamond
Stepped in Lenox, left with full designer
Never stressing cause the dough been piling
Huncho checking cause the O's be watching
Guiseppe belt to stop the pole from sliding
Ever test em, then you surely dying
Evanescence, but there's no reviving
N***as be capping like toupees
Checks getting packed like it's Luke Cage
I'm the Mike Jack of the new age
Shit been a classic like cool grays
Crack when it hit like I move 'caine
Smack on lil' bitch 'til she shoot waves
Accolades different, then views change
Bat at the 6 like the Blue Jays
[Chorus]
Gettin' lit for the night, toast up with a drink to the vibe
Said the hoes want to link, pours by the sink, we do not want to link with you guys
We outside and you not there
Screamin', "It's not fair"
Designer jacket its a Moncler
Getting harder to not stare
Cartier on her, its cold as hell
Ferragamo the toes and belt
Pedal green 'til all the bros is wealthy
Presidential suite like Roosevelt
To the moon
Done playing games
We been pushing thru'
To the moon, yeah yeah
To the moon, yeah yeah