Jon Bellion - Meet You On Our Cloud lyrics

I’ll meet you on our cloud

I’m sorry that I can’t be there tonight
I’m on tour, my oh my, my oh my
Pull up on your covers and close your eyes
We’re gonna NSYNC our brains, go bye bye bye
Bye bye, byebyebye, bye bye bye bye
We’re taking dream vacations
After we fall asleep together when
We’re on the phone
After we fall asleep together when
We’re on the phone so baby take directions
And meet me at our zone, zone, zone, zone ooh

So make a left around Saturn
Shoot around the moon in a zig-zag pattern
Hang a right near heaven
Where you come from, where you come from
Where you come from

Ahh ahh ahh ahh i’ll meet you on our cloud
Ahh ahh ahh ahh i’ll meet you on our cloud

So, umm
You feel that nimbus on your backside
Umm, can I put my fingers on your backside
And roll over, I’m colder when I’m sober
So look me in the eyes
So I can feel like I’m a smoker
With your green grass pupils
Your skyline stare
Your head’s above the clouds
I smell the stardust in your hair
You’re a dreamer
You stop Stoudemire what you might see
This night is just oh so Melo, no Spike Lee

There was like three solid Knicks
References in those lines
But, whatever moving along

Your eyes got that galaxy shine, shine, shine
This life is just a beautiful crime, crime
Crime
This shapin’ up to be a beautiful time, time
Time cause you’re killin’ with a
Beautiful mind, mind, mind

So make a left around Saturn
Shoot around the moon in a zig-zag pattern
Hang a right near heaven, where you come from
Where you come from, where you come from

Ahh ahh ahh ahh i’ll meet you on our cloud
Ahh ahh ahh ahh i’ll meet you on our cloud

Beautiful mind, mind, mind

Shooting stars are surround sound
Brought my camera phone with me
All the planets making sounds now
And the moon is our big screen

You’re the only thing that’s on my wish list
Lights everywhere, something like Christmas
You’re my main chick behaving like a mistress
Asking me to get a little naughty on a nimbus

Shooting stars are surround sound
Brought my camera phone with me
All the planets making sounds now
And the moon is our big screen

You’re the only thing that’s on my wish list
Lights everywhere, something like Christmas
You’re my main chick behaving like a mistress
Asking me to get a little naughty on a nimbus

Shooting stars are surround sound
Brought my camera phone with me
All the planets making sounds now
And the moon is our big screen

You’re the only thing that’s on my wish list
Lights everywhere, something like Christmas
You’re my main chick behaving like a mistress
Asking me to get a little naughty on a nimbus

Yeeeaaahhhhh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
I’ll meet you on our cloud
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
I’ll meet you on our cloud
Beautiful mind, mind, mind