When I was 4 I'd sit in the back seat of the car
Pretend that I was an astronaut and the street lights are stars
Looking back all of those memories just feel surreal
Cause no I Still don't have a license, but now I'm steering the wheel
I'm just tryna get you out my mind
But you don't wanna leave it
Get you out my mind
But you don't wanna leave it
I'm just tryna get you out my mind
But you don't wanna leave it
Get you out my mind
But you don't wanna leave it
Throw it back to Tokyo
It was summer 2016
Sweating through our second shirts
We walked around the city
Cicadas got so loud some days
They nearly break your eardrums
Talking about the universe
And frank oceans new album
It was 2 am at gyoza
Summer almost over
We both talking like
"I can't believe I chose her"
Still an ocean over
And I was still a poser
But I guess I can't complain
Cause beggars can't be choosers
I'm just tryna get you out my mind
But you don't wanna leave it
Get you out my mind
But you don't wanna leave it
I'm just tryna get you out my mind
But you don't wanna leave it
Get you out my mind
But you don't wanna leave it