Lyrics 501's - Fortunes., Salute

501's

Damn that dude jeans look tight, I don’t mean skinny
The man tucked in t-shirt white, boy he so pretty
The way he stand, feet firmly planted
But he out this planet, sorry I got plans tonight
I think I need a fan, he heating up this tram ride
Reach for a pole
I hope he don’t notice he’s made my head light
I fall into him
As we break we’ve hit a red light
He squeezed my hand tight
Possum in the headlights
(Ooh) damn that dude jeans look tight, I don’t mean skinny
The man tucked in t-shirt white
Boy he so pretty
The way he stand, feet firmly planted
But he out this planet
Sorry I got plans tonight
By chance we’ve got the same stop
If not I would’ve made yours mine
Zone 2 I’d go for you so fine I would’ve gone to the end of the line
Zone 2 I’ve been there in my mind
Zone 2 id go there all there all the time
Come too?
We’ve got to get to mine
To see the planets realign
And line up they will (yeah they will)
Like extra on the moonlight
Could gaze for days
But he’s all I want in my sight
For days he stays, as if sun never came and gave us time
We’ve been heating up the room right
Fire to my air sign
Its pretty hot though I dunno
Maybe this is all a mirage
I’m real late what am I doing gotta go
Get off my stops long passed
Its pretty hot though I dunno
This is all a mirage
I’m real late what am I doing gotta go
Get off my stops long passed
But damn that dude jeans look tight
The man tucked in t-shirt white, boy he so pretty
The way he stand, feet firmly planted
But he out this planet, sorry I got plans tonight