TO THE MOON (Mixed)

[Chorus: Jnr Choi & Sam Tompkins]
Teh, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (Tryna get to you)
Teh, ha, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (Tryna get to you), teh, teh, teh
Pull up the ting, gon' turn up
(Brr, bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo; tryna get to you)
Yeah, yeah, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
(Doo-doo-doo-doo) Yeah (Tryna get to you)

[Verse 1: Jnr Choi]
Ooh, yeah, come for the zoov, yeah
Pull up for certain, yeah, come set the mood, yeah
You come like sunshine, yeah, call me the moon
Baby girl fine, so fine, so fine, might give her the wood, yeah
Ooh, yeah, come for the zoov, yeah
Pull up for certain, yeah, come set the mood, yeah
You come like sunshine, yeah, call me the moon
Baby girl fine, so fine, so fine, might give her the wood, yeah

[Chorus: Jnr Choi & Sam Tompkins]
(Moon) Teh, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (Tryna get to you)
Teh, ha, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (Tryna get to you), teh, teh, teh
Pull up the ting, gon' turn up
(Brr, bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo; tryna get to you)
Yeah, yeah, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
(Doo-doo-doo-doo) Yeah, yeah (Tryna get to you)

[Verse 2: Jnr Choi]
Pull up and make it clap
Bust it down on my jeans, make a nigga spend racks (Woah)
Pull up and make it clap
Bust it down on my jeans and end up on your back
Pull up and make it clap
Bust it down on my jeans, make a nigga spend racks (Woah)
Pull up and make it clap
Bust it down on my jeans and end up on your back (Woah)
Whine up your ripe pum-pum
Oh, ya pussy so tight, make a nigga change ways (No)
Know I been broke not once, but twice
That's why a nigga gotta get paid (Paid)
Whine up your ripe pum-pum
Oh, ya pussy so tight, make a nigga change ways
Know I been broke not once, but twice
That's right, a nigga really self-made (Paid)

[Chorus: Jnr Choi, Sam Tompkins & Alicia Keys]
(Moon) Teh, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (Tryna get to you)
Teh, ha, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (Tryna get to you), teh, teh, teh
Pull up the ting, gon' turn up (New York City, please go easy on me tonight)
(Brr, bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo; tryna get to you)
Yeah, yeah, pull up the ting, gon' turn up (New York City, please go easy on this heart of mine)
(Doo-doo-doo-doo) Yeah, yeah (Tryna get to you)