Lyrics Cancun. - Scienze

Cancun.

Babada
Babada
Babada
Babada
Baba
Skipping thoughts up on the boardwalk
They prolly' blown from the plane’s views
To make a print with the same shoes
See I was taught that I can’t lose
My whole world look like Cancun
Word, to catch a drift I let the cam zoom slightly
Let the sand move Nikes
So consumed by the trenches that we laying in vibes
I let my train head glide full steam
She put that cream up on her legs, and I’m gone
I’m really open off of
I’d like to formally inform her then
To her curves, and her dunes
And her moons, and the stars, let me on
And if you with it I can find a passport
So I can burrow this explosion, its key
And you with it she won’t even ask you for it
If its home, and its grown then its me
This we is so beautiful
Even the weed up in her cuticles
Roots from the earth turn to diamonds
Indisputable its perfect
Her fingertips pull the bourbon what a night
La-la-la-la-la-la-love, you
La-la-la-la-la-la-love, you
La-la-la-la-la-la-love, you
La-la-la-la-la-la-love
Babada, babada