Lyrics Moonbeams - Stolen Goods, Fleurie, Mahlon Stoltz

Moonbeams

You’re always dreaming of
MOONBEAMS
Product of Daylight
Caught in the afterlife
Caught in the dead of night
You’re always dreaming of
You and me
We got it goin on
Remember when we stayed up all night long
Ooh I swear
Maybe we were only eighteen old
Older now for sure
Still my circle spinning globe
The way back machine was turning heads
And Facebook chat was where we met friends
Won’t pretend we knew it all back then
Times fades away so fast
Still she orbits me with class
I say
That’s just how I feel
(Little bird, fly home)
Livin every day the week
(Little Bird, fly home)
I left my former self in Vegas
Now I’m crushing all my hater
(Little Bird, come home)
Ain’t need a spray tan
Already got me a supermodel
Say loves a hard pill to swallow
Man, I drink that koolaid everyday
Try bakin fresh chocs
Stead of streamin those thot thoughts
She want a man who will scrub pots
That’s just how I feel
(Little bird, fly home)
Livin every day the week
(Little Bird, fly home)
I left my former self in Vegas
Now I’m crushing all my hater
(Little Bird, come home)
That’s just how I feel
Middle of the night
What are you waiting for
Can’t get it right
What are you
Stayin up hittin those night classes
Self escape becomin new fashion
Hear me out, I want a news flashin
That’s just how we do it
That’s how we do
That’s just how I feel
(Little bird, fly home)
Livin every day the week
(Little Bird, fly home)
I left my former self in Vegas
Now I’m crushing all my hater
(Little Bird, come home)
Not a rapper or a poet
Slinging joy instead of stones
Knockin Giants on the nose
Keep me dreamin up some mo
Sweet Daylight caught me wonderin
If the moon gonna keep on stuntin him
If the sun dreams of another plan
Where she is a man
I can understand it
It’s a choice, man
Innovate or fall away
I meet a lot of people
Like you every day
Work at chickfila
That’s okay okay
Pushin other ways
Still I generate a vision
A future where we help instead of hinderin our brethren
A time we love our neighbours more than bingin television
«Woe is me» is kept to plays and academic readin
Take the pan off of the burner fo you burn your hand like children