For That

I'm dying for that sunset drive Blast the music pump that vibe I bawl a little (dry them tears) I ball a little (but can you dribble this?) Make me jump Make me jump Make me jump I'm no good at sports but maybe contact would do me good Said touch me, I wish you would I'm living for that concept babe It's your off day, that's our on day, least til Monday I work two hours a week and sleep one day a month (that's low) Need more hours Need more hours Need more hours I'm living for that concept babe: us out on Sunday night Yeah some day, I hope we might I'm waiting for that Plastic escape with the beach-wood highs (You know) I'm living for that Polaroid picture, freeze frame night (Said you know) I'm dying for that For that For that Oh For that For that For that I'd die to keep stars in my eyes So you'd look in them, hypnotized See my shirt spin, skrrrt, bike in the wind Drive me 'round Drive me 'round Drive me 'round Now I'm layin' drawin' you again, my muse, I draw your frame You play your video games I'm living for that concept babe All of my friends, those are our friends That's an enclave (we got a crew) It ain't to each their own, wherever we go that's home (this a poem) On the Sun On the Sun On the Sun Finna pull up on a concrete park, eat some ice cream, talk til dark I'm waiting for that Plastic escape with the beach-wood highs I'm living for that Polaroid picture freeze frame night (You know, you know) I'm dying for that For that For that Oh For that For that For that For that Oh For that (fantasy) For that (fantasy) For that (fantasy)