Pineapples & Palm Trees Lyrics

Chase me down the streets on my weary feet

Don't you know that your devilish hips got me weak?

So sick and tired of this barhop life on repeat

When all my other siblings filled their passenger seats

With all the noise, got them toys

Got a working man feelin' like a bustling boy

Salivatin' over you, but you're so damn coy

The overzealous joy exploits a more than curious ploy

And oh, I'm cargo shipped to stow, I've found El Dorado

At your Audobon Avenue home, God bless the gold, God bless my soul

These city lights oblique; who needs a fucking beach?

Sippin' on each others' la da da, smokin' pineapples and palm trees

Sige! Pineapples and palm trees

Let me see you sway

Let me see you sway

Let me see you sway

Thrill until I'm ill, the woman turned to my pill

Minutes, hours, days, weekends to pass the time I had to kill

Strugglin' on to feel the heat, feelin' myself the fuck is sleep?

In early November, I'll have to remember the way you dismembered the wolf in the sheep's

Immerse me in your skin, drip the sin in my oxygen

Here's your gin and tonic mixed with chronic, demonic at your most sardonic

Bad life decision with precision and haste

Savor the taste of your once chaste lace pressed on my waist

You swept me off my feet, but goddamn I couldn't stand it

The sex was enough but the hell, I couldn't handle it

I'm the man to dismantle your plan, it's a sham

That your hand kept the damn sandman's fucking dead candle it

Wonderin' with you, is this a fucking mistake?

Never thought that that mistake would be quote fucking that mistake

You turned out to be the lay that drove my ass five damn days away

Reminiscing Miss Stereotype: the one she swore to break

That timid ass Latina, the back of a pizzeria

The back of her new Fiat, or on her back where you can't see it

Sige, my God it hurt, in her flannel skirt or a man's work shirt

Be rest assured if I lost my flirt, for a scrub of dirt you weren't my worst

Sige, pineapples, palm trees

Mirage attempt to be, blow brain to tempt me

Stale taste so empty, still call me MT

Overdose on dopamine, break it down like you broke me

And oh, I'm cargo shipped to stow, I've found El Dorado

At your Audobon Avenue home, God bless the gold, God bless my soul

These city lights oblique; who needs a fucking beach?

Sippin' on each others' la da da, smokin' pineapples and palm

Trees, brought a brother to his knees in a steamed triple digit degree heat

And I breathe your wants to a tee, God help me try, I gotta try

The city lights go bleak, I need to fuckin' leave

But I'm comin' back to la da da, la da da, la da da, smokin' pineapples and palm trees

You still, the woman turned to my pill

Minutes, hours, days, weekends to pass the time I had to kill

Pineapples and palm trees

You still, the woman turned to my pill

Minutes, hours, days, weekends to pass the time I had to kill

Pineapples and palm trees

You still, the woman turned to my pill

Minutes, hours, days, weekends to pass the time

Pineapples and palm trees

I'm strugglin' on to feel the heat, feelin' myself the fuck is sleep?

In early November, I'll have to remember the way you dismembered the wolf in the sheep's skin