Tekst piosenki 'Okaga, CA' wykonawcy Tyler, The Creator

Let's just run away from here
('Cause it's not, 'cause it's not)
Working out on earth, my dear (it's not, 'cause it's not)
What you really want girl
My heart's not sprung in love when
I see you (when I see you, when I see you)
But I try to play it cool because (I like you, I really like you)
You're so special to me, to me

To me, to me
To me, to me
To me, to me (let's go)
To me, to me (let's go)
To me, to me
Let's move to california

Right now (pack your bags, go pack your bags)
I have things on my back so please don't
(Take the blame, I have to take the blame)
Girl, I know you ready, I can see it in your eyes
Boy, I know you're not, I can tell you're terrified
Nobody has to know and if they did, they wouldn't care
When you rub my hands switching fifth gear

Forget about it baby, let's [?]
(Forget about it baby)
Cause we're gonna go fly to the moon
(I wanna go fly to the moon)
Yeah, but anyway
(Pack your bags, pack your bags)
Play it cool, play it cool, cause it's cold
(Play it cool, play it cool)

You're so special to me, to me
To me, to me
To me, to me
To me, to me
To me, to me

Don't you wanna go back
Let's go, let's go
Right now
(I think I believe you) let me show you how girl
(It's nice that I need to)
The earth is so perfect from the [?]

I think I believe you
Take me higher
Make a great offer
To the [?]
Today (today)
X-y-z her
Welcome me in
Then we'll begin

Suckin on my ears
Fingers rubbing through your hair
Fast [?] fuck yeah, we behaving bad, uh
Probably couldn't tell but I be blushing when you with me
When you kiss me, swear to God, blood was rushing to my chimney
Laying on my trampoline, looking at the stars
From my fake space fog machine

Now you know my arm is dead
From the push that you had
I said I loved you, said it back
Like it was scripted, instrumented
Like the flavor of that lemonade
That we was sippin on our sushi-ridden dinner date
Oh, you think you special now?
Other bitches trippin' now
Cause we're fleeing to the moon
Fuck earth, man we sick of y'all
Wings on my backs and we ain't
Gotta cop a ticket, nah, nah, nah

Oh yeah
Oh yeah, let's go to the moon!
Oh yeah, let's go to the moon!
Oh yeah, let's go to the moon! (let's go!)
Oh yeah, let's go to the moon!
Oh yeah, let's go to the moon!
(Watch this) let's go to the moon!

(Favorite director)
(Gonna be good)
Come on, baby
What you wanna do?
I’ll be okay
(I really like you)

Take me away
Fuck what they say
Tonight we're [?]
Another day
We in outer space
We'll waste our days
Sade, sade, sade
Oh, right now
Yes!
Let's go to the moon (yes!)
(It's about to start)