This is a song about "Walk the moon"

Every afternoon after school crank the tunes and wait for the moon

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

Under the round moon in fumes, i make a cat growl

And then i smilethrow in the towel

You can pick the next room

If she don't like walk under moon

And all you get was a hater telling you you won't be seeing them soon,

Hi tided typhoon, shit spins like a monsoon, lets look towards the full moon,

While on the moon guess i'm micheal

Never seen you as lyrical

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon

And we gone to the moon

Or a harpoon to tom cruise with a jock tune

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon