Right at you And I'm aiming right at you Two hundred fifty thousand miles on a clear night in June I'm a space bound rocket ship and your heart's the moon Without you We touch I feel a rush It isn't much but its enough to make me wonder what's in store

Soon as I get right I'mma take care of you Swear I'm so prepared to love you Know there's no one there above you And fuck whoever thought it wasn't that hard Fifteen hundred dollar limit dreaming about a black card Aiming for the stars, with a rocket in