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PERFORMING ARTISTS
GoldLink
GoldLink
Vocals
April George
April George
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
D'Anthony Carlos
D'Anthony Carlos
Songwriter
Matias Saabye Køedt
Matias Saabye Køedt
Songwriter
Jeppe Thy Gron
Jeppe Thy Gron
Songwriter
Donald McPherson
Donald McPherson
Songwriter
Enrique Silvester
Enrique Silvester
Songwriter
Luther Simmons Jr.
Luther Simmons Jr.
Songwriter
Alina Baraz
Alina Baraz
Songwriter
Matias Peschke
Matias Peschke
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Galimatias
Galimatias
Producer
Joppe
Joppe
Producer
Alexander Ben-Abdallah
Alexander Ben-Abdallah
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Underneath the palm trees
You can leave your worries
I don't need nobody
You and me together
Run away from mamas
Still live witcha' mama
That's alright, we gon' make this trip together
Poppin' up at parties
Drinkin' on Bacardi
Singin' Cool J, "I just wanna love you betta"
And I just wanna love you betta'
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 ya mama say don't do it
And you gon' do it
We gon' make a movie
Listen to Alina singing
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
I'm so obsessed, wit' you, girl
Ya' 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, on 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' **** 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
[Chorus]
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
Written by: Alina Baraz, D'Anthony Carlos, Donald McPherson, Enrique Silvester, Jeppe Thy Gron, Luther Simmons Jr., Matias Peschke, Matias Saabye Køedt
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