Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Okaga, CA’ by Aaron Shaw. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Aaron Shaw or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Let’s just runaway from here (cause it’s not, cause it’s not)
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)
I try to play it cool because (Like you, I really like you)
You’re so special to me, to me
To me, to me (Let’s go)
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 not waste our afternoon (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
(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 rough I’m not calling your bluff, what, what, what (she would love that)
I think I believe you
Take me higher
Let’s make our way over
To the Okaga cave
Today (today)
There we will stay, play it cool now
X-Y-Z how?
Welcome me in
Then we’ll begin
Suckin’ on my ears, fingers
Rubbing through your hair
Fastwind, slowwind, f*ck 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
F*ck 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!
(Watch this) Let’s go to the moon!
(Favorite director)
(Gonna be good)
Come on, baby
What you wanna do?
(I really like you)
Take me away
F*ck 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)