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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
GoldLink
Vocals
April George
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
D'Anthony Carlos
Songwriter
Matias Saabye Køedt
Songwriter
Jeppe Thy Gron
Songwriter
Donald McPherson
Songwriter
Enrique Silvester
Songwriter
Luther Simmons Jr.
Songwriter
Alina Baraz
Songwriter
Matias Peschke
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Galimatias
Producer
Joppe
Producer
Alexander Ben-Abdallah
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Underneath the palm trees, you can leave your worries
I don't need nobody, you and me together
Run away from mamas, still live with your mama
That's alright, we gon' make this trip together
Poppin' up at parties, drinkin' on Bacardi
Singing Cole J, I just wanna love you better
And I just wanna love you better
You know 'cause it's winter weather, and I need my baby back
Ain't I crazy? You know that I need to bring my city back
You know that I need you, girl
Need you like they need these raps
I'm a bad boy, and, yeah, mama say don't do it
And you gon' do it, we gon' make a movie
Listen to Alina singing
Underneath the palm trees, you can leave your worries
Listen to the waves, so you wanna get so high?
Breathe me in like air tonight
Listen to the waves, I can be your fantasy
Alina, yeah, she sung to me
Underneath the palm trees, you can leave your worries
Listen to the waves, so you wanna get so high?
Breathe me in like air tonight, listen to the waves
I can be your fantasy, Alina, yeah, she sung
I'm so obsessed with you, girl
You're my world
And when we start fuckin', I'ma fuck you up
Excuse me, baby, what I want to say was love you up
Double dutch from the pussy, tell her pucker up
Lemme, lemme tell ya somethin', lemme butter up
You and all yo' insecurities and stuff
Always talk about ya' big boobies ain't big enough
I ain't tell ya that ya perfect, nothin' could replace ya
Lord, I thank ya, you so fuckin' clutch
Excuse my language, babygirl, you know what's up
Fuckin', makin' love and fuckin', then I fuck it up
Like I said I was gon' do, girl, can I bite ya butt?
Fell in love inside the pussy like a sucker punch
Fuck yo' nigga too, and fuck yo' job and fuck yo' crew
I can make a list of freaky shit I wanna do
While I whisper to ya like, girl
Underneath the palm trees, you can leave your worries
Listen to the waves, so you wanna get so high?
Breathe me in like air tonight, listen to the waves
I can be your fantasy, Alina, yeah, she sung to me
Underneath the palm trees, you can leave your worries
Listen to the waves, so you wanna get so high?
Breathe me in like air tonight, listen to the waves
I can be your fantasy, Alina, yeah, she sung
Writer(s): Luther Jr. Simmons, D'anthony Carlos, Jeppe Thy Gron, Alina Baraz, Enrique Sylvester, Matias Saabye Peschcke Koeedt, Donald Mcpherson
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