This is a song about "Walk the moon"

And then i smilethrow in the towel

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

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

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon

And we gone to the moon

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Soon zooming to the moon in tune,

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

I'd shoot for the moon but i'm too busy gazing at stars

Yeah come holla at your uncle

While on the moon guess i'm micheal

If she don't like walk under moon

I need a little room