Tropical Black - Swimsuit Season lyrics

[Verse 1: Tropical Black] Teen dream out of reach Yet everyday, they're at the beach Fully clothed in New Emperor's clothes Blasting out blasphemous flows Lives marked by innocence Reaching out towards independence Buds, look at all this ruin The world knows your advance in relation Pick Da Costa for the celebration Beach party of the ghost Everybody's transparent Young specters make the toast At zero, a sea sponge forms Boasting, bigot, self-absorbed [Pre-Chorus] Don't you know it's swimsuit season? Don't you know it's swimsuit season, boy? [Chorus] With no sunscreen be who y'are to be Expose yourself Expose yourself Homemade ice cream Don't let it melt It's for you to taste Please don't let it waste Without no sunscreen be who y'are to be Expose yourself Expose yourself Homemade ice cream Don't let it melt It's for you to taste Please don't let it waste [Verse 2: Tropical Black] Human implanted shark fin Wax to look like a mannequin You fit everything in Livorno posh bag But the sunscreen... you darn old scallawag For you look so concerned about those looks You should be concerned about those looks Torn golden loincloth Itapuã lunchbox This gum will grow money trees This cum will grow money trees No security No floatees [Pre-Chorus] It's swimsuit season (It's swimsuit season, it's swimsuit season, wake up, it's swimsuit season) It's swimsuit season (It's swimsuit season) It's swimsuit season (Grab your beach balls or whatever the f** you bring to the beach... you know?) [Chorus] (You got to see.., this sand castle) Without no sunscreen be who y'are to be Expose yourself Expose yourself Homemade ice cream Don't let it melt It's for you to taste Please don't let it waste Without no sunscreen be who y'are to be Expose yourself Expose yourself Homemade ice cream Don't let it melt It's for you to taste Please don't let it waste (With no sunscreen, with no sunscreen be who you are to be, expose yourself, expose yourself... homemade ice cream, don't let it melt, it's for you to taste, please don't let it waste... don't let it waste) [Verse 3: Tropical Black] Take off that dress No leave it on, it works perfectly Take off that tank Oh look! New mustang! Take of those socks He's waiting 'till their bodies rock Take off those jeans Go steady with Irene Take off that face Find a humid, new, holy, place [Adlib] Yeah it's 99 here... in California And it's pretty humid outside It's hot, it's humid But you know, who cares? It's swimsuit season you know? Nobody cares (Oh yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah, it's swimsuit season) Been talking to some people (Oh yeah yeah yeah) They don't care (They don't care) You know, it's swimsuit season (Oh yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah... what were you going to say?) Yeah, you know? (Oh yeah, yeah, swimsuit season) Ameen, Ameen (Oh him) That kid (Yeah) Knows it's swimsuit season Tyra Banks knows it's swimsuit season (Oh yeah, she knows, she knows, she knows, she knows, she knows) You know the political campaign? (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Could say that's also swimsuit season (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) It is swimsuit season (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... agreed, agreed on many terms) Don't get the people wrong You know?