Fire on the freeway
Lighting up the sky like propane
I get it in with no shame
I want the money don't want fame
I kiss him with my eyes open only halfway
Stayed up for the moon, only saw the doorway
We're about to foray
Third eye open always
I'll never be a mother but he calls me mama
I'll never say a thing but I got a thing for him
Run away to Monterey
Storm the sea
This is how the moon looked from Pangaea
This is how the moon looked from Pangaea
How the moon looked from Pangaea
How the moon looked from Pangaea
He towers over me
I will climb him like a tree
He tries to keep me safe but Hollywood ain't playing games
This city's gonna hurt me
Cutthroat bitches wanna cut me
Cut 'em right back
Baby I'm gonna be okay
Don't worry, I give 'em no leeway
I cut 'em right back
Night driving through Pangaea
Ancient sky how good to see you
LA nights have no stars
So we catch 'em in the desert when we're laying on the roof of my car
This is how the moon looked from Pangaea
How the moon looked from Pangaea
How the moon looked from Pangaea
I cut 'em right back
Ooh yeah, boy