Produced by B.Young. Lyrics written and performed by Izreal.
lyrics
Trappin' in the tropics, lap dance from my babe, shorts shorter than the pockets,
Not that hair in the locket nonsense, this that forever plot that thickens,
Never not wit’ the crop, she itchin’ for a good day that don’t stop,
Hopped on hops, hopin’ she always thinks I’m hot,
Caught us frolicking through frog ponds and daisy fields,
Odd to be beyond comfort, but around her, that’s what I feel,
Fuck a meal, I just want eat HER,
Come to my house and cum, again and again and again,
Fools DM her saying I want to fuck you, make you mine,
She reply, get in line, my pussy booked ‘till 2089, (declineee)
Too fine for one mind (you’d think), it blows ya (like she did, like her brain did)
Way too faded under cherry trees feelin’ ayyyyyyyeee
Feelin’ ayeeeeeee, aye,
Feelin happyyyyyy, ya,
Not grayyyyyayayayay, aye,
No, no, nooo, no no (oh oh)
Sunshine peekin down, just freak, no frown,
Peak off the sound, dip into town and get a round,
Used to get around, now we got the crowns,
Royalty that claimed it themselves, we’re star bound,
Bar for bar, pound for pound, I’m the greatest, go for 50 rounds,
GOAT in training, climbing mountains no one thought possible,
I look at impenetrable obstacles and make them passable,
Pass the quill, I just thought up that ill, (gotta fly)
Barely can see off this Cali tree,
Beautiful breeze under cherry trees,
Cheery kids right by the sea,
Just sittin’ under them cherry trees,
Feelin’ ayeeeeeee, aye,
Feelin happyyyyyy, ya,
Not grayyyyyayayayay, aye,
No, no, nooo, no no (oh oh)
Blossoms fallin, dresses droppin’, asses poppin’,
Tasks forgotten, times is rotten, so we get it stompin’,
Marchin’ in the streets, votin’ in the booths,
Like Martin in the streets, keep it floatin’ towards truth,
But some days too perfect, gotta make it worth it,
See the views that few could truly appreciate,
Be the voice of the new that will finally escape,
Gotta be positive that your impact won’t negate,
Barely can see off this Cali tree,
Beautiful breeze under cherry trees,
Cheery kids right by the sea,
Just sittin’ under them cherry trees,
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