Lyrics Beach Funeral - YEEK

Beach Funeral

«You ever been to Florida»
«No never been to Florida»
«How about California»
«No, never been there»
I close my eyes
I close my eyes
Underneath the palm tree
It’s paradise
It’s paradise
Underneath these palm trees
Palm
Two piece bikini and a coconut
Cut in half
She drink it all slow and sexy and stuff
Make a dude go mad (why you mad, why you mad?)
Grew up in Florida
Might die in Cali
Bury me in the beach sands
Grew up in Florida
Might die in Cali
Bury me in the beach sands
I close my eyes
I close my eyes
Underneath the palm tree
It’s paradise
It’s paradise
Underneath these palm trees
Palm
I always live by the ocean
It’s a blessing
It’s in America
I’m really sorry I know you’re stressing
I always live by the ocean
It’s a blessing
It’s in America
I’m really sorry I know you’re stressing
Grew up in Florida
Might die in Cali
Bury me in the beach sands
Grew up in Florida
Might die in Cali
Bury me in the beach sands
I close my eyes
I close my eyes
Underneath the palm tree
It’s paradise
It’s paradise
Underneath these palm trees
Palm
I close my eyes
I close my eyes
Underneath the palm tree
I close my eyes
In paradise
Underneath the palm tree, palm tree
«Just fucking take me to Florida… or California.
You promised, you promised.
I snapchatted you, you promised.»