St. Lucia
David January
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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"
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