Tropical Fantasy - Akir, Jean Grae

Hmm, come here

Heh, stop it!

Stop!

C’mon

I’m sayin.

let’s go

Nah, stop askin me to go away, man

We don’t have to go away, you my getaway for real man

I’m sayin I’ll save a little money

We can get the tickets and get outta here right now!

It’s like this priceless, Queen Isis

A pleasure, when we’re together though the trifest hypes this

I write scripts rollin tight spliffs, roll on Miss

While the time ticks, dodgin cops with nightsticks

Plots and mind tricks, blocks where crime gets out of control

Gotta know what glitters ain’t gold

And I’ma stop this grind shit, let’s get on the road

Fuck barely affordin the livin and the bills that we owe

I’m owin these bills, gettin through life with you, wife with you

Breathe in the city lights 'til we exhale neon

Beyond stress we gone, metropolis livin

I’m beyond pills, we gon' build;

how we gon' deal though?

House for sailboat, my vision is with yours

Snaps back to dirty building to steel doors

Wanna relax back with the damn facts that we assed out

And trapped, can’t blast out, maxed out

How we gonna get away (away)

I’ve been goin crazy here, I can’t make it here and I see

You want the sunlight, the paradise, won’t that be nice?

Divine is right, if we could find a getaway

Yeah, prayin to angels, plottin all angles, weavin a web tangled

Mingle we labeled in the Star Spangled

Strangle for oxygen, island hoppin Bahama way

Let’s get it poppin in mai tais and moccasins

Yeah, but we gon' rock Timbs, never lessen out the king

Even if collar poppin in Hollis is not a sin

See we already blessed, forgetting the stress

The pennies yes, but many are without any or less so

Usually they brutally usin me, foolishly cluelessly

Choosin means over you or me, who could be

Movin feet to a beat, reach to a piece of land

Close to a beach with sand

And it’s a grand vision, a tan prism, and hands glisten

Holdin a roll, a part of a gram but listen

I’m with it, proposal exquisite

But I can’t flow 'til it, wanna let go but logic it holds with it

Gotta go with it, I know it is, so a risk

Just flow with this, let’s blow this bitch

Boy I’m foldin my wrists, no cliques to hold back

Baby we so rich, maybe I could show that

Kick back and pop a bottle 'til models in avocado strings

I picture a collar string bikinis lookin like a fashion model

Been in love and daydream then roll like the villains and never play

We takin aeroplanes, speed in narrow lanes, never lay

I see the jobs and bills and it’s hard to kill

Want a menáge with thrill but I argue still

I’m thinkin oxtail in Negril

Then I’m thinkin con-ed locked in, it’s heavy as drop lead

Uhh, mira poquita señorita mas mantequilla

You give me seizures when I see your features, diva

Ease up, and when you find some time to free up

Check me after this re-up, though we can slide to Costa Rica

Antigua or Dominica, linens with a mink cuff

Shirt, matchin your sneaker, ganja we reek of, high 'til we reach clubs

Squeeze up, liquor spillin margaritas, glass upon the speakers

Feelin, grabbin, teasin my leaver, feenin to get your beaver beat up

Only to reason for the Four Seasons

Quick, go get a Visa, we might even see the preacher

Lay back and let the sun shine, time teaches

To learn each other in a place where nobody can reach us

C’mon baby, let’s hit the road

Nah, nah don’t pack your bags

We’ll buy somethin when we get there, yeah

Nah man, don’t worry about the bills

We’ll take care of that later on

We got somewhere else to be, you and me