Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tropical Fantasy, artist - AkirDate of issue: 16.07.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tropical Fantasy |
| Hmm, come here |
| Heh, stop it! |
| Stop! |
| C’mon |
| I’m sayin. |
| let’s go |
| Nah, stop askin me to go away, man |
| We don’t have to go away, you my getaway for real man |
| I’m sayin I’ll save a little money |
| We can get the tickets and get outta here right now! |
| It’s like this priceless, Queen Isis |
| A pleasure, when we’re together though the trifest hypes this |
| I write scripts rollin tight spliffs, roll on Miss |
| While the time ticks, dodgin cops with nightsticks |
| Plots and mind tricks, blocks where crime gets out of control |
| Gotta know what glitters ain’t gold |
| And I’ma stop this grind shit, let’s get on the road |
| Fuck barely affordin the livin and the bills that we owe |
| I’m owin these bills, gettin through life with you, wife with you |
| Breathe in the city lights 'til we exhale neon |
| Beyond stress we gone, metropolis livin |
| I’m beyond pills, we gon' build; |
| how we gon' deal though? |
| House for sailboat, my vision is with yours |
| Snaps back to dirty building to steel doors |
| Wanna relax back with the damn facts that we assed out |
| And trapped, can’t blast out, maxed out |
| How we gonna get away (away) |
| I’ve been goin crazy here, I can’t make it here and I see |
| You want the sunlight, the paradise, won’t that be nice? |
| Divine is right, if we could find a getaway |
| Yeah, prayin to angels, plottin all angles, weavin a web tangled |
| Mingle we labeled in the Star Spangled |
| Strangle for oxygen, island hoppin Bahama way |
| Let’s get it poppin in mai tais and moccasins |
| Yeah, but we gon' rock Timbs, never lessen out the king |
| Even if collar poppin in Hollis is not a sin |
| See we already blessed, forgetting the stress |
| The pennies yes, but many are without any or less so |
| Usually they brutally usin me, foolishly cluelessly |
| Choosin means over you or me, who could be |
| Movin feet to a beat, reach to a piece of land |
| Close to a beach with sand |
| And it’s a grand vision, a tan prism, and hands glisten |
| Holdin a roll, a part of a gram but listen |
| I’m with it, proposal exquisite |
| But I can’t flow 'til it, wanna let go but logic it holds with it |
| Gotta go with it, I know it is, so a risk |
| Just flow with this, let’s blow this bitch |
| Boy I’m foldin my wrists, no cliques to hold back |
| Baby we so rich, maybe I could show that |
| Kick back and pop a bottle 'til models in avocado strings |
| I picture a collar string bikinis lookin like a fashion model |
| Been in love and daydream then roll like the villains and never play |
| We takin aeroplanes, speed in narrow lanes, never lay |
| I see the jobs and bills and it’s hard to kill |
| Want a menáge with thrill but I argue still |
| I’m thinkin oxtail in Negril |
| Then I’m thinkin con-ed locked in, it’s heavy as drop lead |
| Uhh, mira poquita señorita mas mantequilla |
| You give me seizures when I see your features, diva |
| Ease up, and when you find some time to free up |
| Check me after this re-up, though we can slide to Costa Rica |
| Antigua or Dominica, linens with a mink cuff |
| Shirt, matchin your sneaker, ganja we reek of, high 'til we reach clubs |
| Squeeze up, liquor spillin margaritas, glass upon the speakers |
| Feelin, grabbin, teasin my leaver, feenin to get your beaver beat up |
| Only to reason for the Four Seasons |
| Quick, go get a Visa, we might even see the preacher |
| Lay back and let the sun shine, time teaches |
| To learn each other in a place where nobody can reach us |
| C’mon baby, let’s hit the road |
| Nah, nah don’t pack your bags |
| We’ll buy somethin when we get there, yeah |
| Nah man, don’t worry about the bills |
| We’ll take care of that later on |
| We got somewhere else to be, you and me |