St. Lucia Lyrics

January

She wants to fly to St. Lucia, ooh yeah

She want to dance under the moon to my music

She say, "we got nothing to do here, do here"

"Why don't we both go be young, spend some moolah"

She wants to fly to St. Lucia, ooh yeah

She want to dance under the moon to my music

She say, "we got nothing to do here, do here"

"Why don't we both go be young, spend some moolah"

I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean ok, let's get it

I got us a jet, private, you guessed it

She wants to see the Pitons, that might be a bet

She already knows what I want, I won't speak on that

We're in the room exercising, time to hit the water

I mean, she looks so good right now that she can have my daughter

I feel butterflies in my stomach, don't know what to call it

But it's just days like this, you pray that God don't ever stop it

She's walking like a goddess

Her body, so flawless

We on the beach just talking

Sipping that Lucian rum

She gives me such a buzz

My legs be going numb

I mean I don't know what to say, we got more than trust

I cut the groupies off, I ain't been in the club

I hit the jewelry store

Ain't buy a chain or none

Man what's a simp though

I got a soul mate

I got to tour now

Time to go away

She wants to fly to St. Lucia, ooh yeah

She want to dance under the moon to my music

She say, "we got nothing to do here, do here"

"Why don't we both go be young, spend some moolah"

She wants to fly to St. Lucia, ooh yeah

She want to dance under the moon to my music

She say, "we got nothing to do here, do here"

"Why don't we both go be young, spend some moolah"

Look at us now, all of the stupid little shit's annoying

The arguments when we're alone, it seems there's no avoiding

She's saying things to try and hurt me, everyday is poison

All of the memories we had, she had to go and soil it

I had a show, it's crazy lit

I mean we going mad

I'm talking to a bad bitch with a backstage pass

My shorty blowing up my line, and I ain't speaking back

Her deepest thoughts are turning real, man I'm such an ass

She found out, she's leaving

I'm sitting here thinking

What did I just do

I'm smoking, I'm chiefing

Don't talk to me this weekend

I'm on my sofa drinking

I'm on my sofa reading texts, when we were first speaking

Man, this such a trip

The arguments, I miss

Why am I like this

I made her cry again

I'm really such a mess

Sometimes, I wish for death

I'm on my sofa reading texts

She wants to fly to St. Lucia, ooh yeah

She want to dance under the moon to my music

She say, "we got nothing to do here, do here"

"Why don't we both go be young, spend some moolah"

She wants to fly to St. Lucia, ooh yeah

She want to dance under the moon to my music

She say, "we got nothing to do here, do here"

"Why don't we both go be young, spend some moolah"