This is a song about "Walk the moon"

But every time we book, we stay in our green room

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

But now, there's no moon- the sky is all black.

I walk into the fuckin bar

You get close but no cigar

I turned my head to glance at the left wall, i saw someone more beautiful than the moon

When you get hit its not gunna be boom all i have to say is welcome to your doom

If she don't like walk under moon

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

Soon zooming to the moon in tune,

And her smile lit up the room

Some girls pull the dudes, literally, like the moon

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room