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Tropical

Keith Sweat

Ridin' Solo

2010

a dip into the ocean, baby, it's been too long
Since I had this much good time with my tropical girl
You so wonderful, girl, be my tropical girl

to go)
I got medicine in my blood
Fuck around if you understood (Where to go)
Tropical pussy that pussy Galard

(Where to go)
Fuck up out my life Ion need

and breathe, tropical breeze, can't even close my eyes
Thinking of you
Look at me, I can breathe
I wanna join you, just as the ocean meets the sea

Windy days

on repeat (Esse)
See a lotta kalats playing (Esse's)
Don't get twisted by my (Esse)
Got my pen weaving and its talking bout them mexicans
TariGang crew always

Aaahhhh Aaahh
Ahhhh
Yeah
Wandera baby
Should've gave me my chance (yah)
Now I'm too advanced
My gifts enhances
I'm the life of the party
Now you

to inform you
That's it different
It's melodic trap
Sorry baby
Never mind
Have a day
And keep your snap
So I whip my phone
And lay my head
I finna dream
In

Hook
Trying so hard
To make this work
But chioneka monga
Nizibvuta chabe
Umankala absent 
Ngati uli naine
Oh my baby 
I need to know

Chorus
Have you

had left

It's tropical sour candy baby
All the times you've woken up beside me
Driving downtown at sunrise oh it's
Coffee and your kiss
And I miss it

#2:  It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1:  Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2:

your daddy sing.
Then baby goes home to her flat
to sleep all day.

Good night, baby.
Good night. Milkman's on his way.
Sleep tight, oh, my baby.
You

crazy
But you gonna have the time of your life
Dancing by the sea
Living for your lips
My perfect fantasy
You're my tropical dream
Palm tress will sway

seas
Sun tan golden sand 
Oil rubbed on by my man
Waves crashin' seagulls flappin' 
This bikini makes it happen
Whiskey hidden paper bag
Sun glasses

I dream of my tropical island
Down in the Carribbean sea
The blue skies, the beach and the coconuts
Oh, baby, and you and me

Listen to the conga

I'm so aligned with you
You got me out my body I'm flying with you
I never wanna lose what we got
Lose what we got baby
We can go somewhere tropical

Don't Look Back

Fine Young Cannibals

The Raw & the Remix

1990

Never had the good things only money can buy.
I drive my car but I haven't got a car to drive.
Never had a holiday in the tropical sun,
good times

off the red wine
Know you been burnt by them other niggas
They was wrong, it's ok cuz I'm fuckin wit ya
Look me in my eyes girl I'm Fuckin wit ya
This

by the poolside
In love the poolside baby
Oh I'm never gonna forget
About that purple sunset

Greeted by a tropical breeze
Imagine your toes in

Oohoo, oohoo
Oohoo
Baby you a masseuse
Put your hands on my body get loose
Baby girl just let me be your muse
Never misuse me
Baby you a masseuse
Put

And my chain, Toucan Sam that
Tropical colors, you can't match that (oh, no)
Gotta be abstract (oh, no)
You catch my girl legs open, better smash that

Fireman

Lil Wayne

Crunk Hits, Vol. 2

2006

And my chain, Toucan Sam that
Tropical colors, you can't match that (oh, no)
Gotta be abstract (oh, no)
You catch my girl legs open, better smash that

Drive the I8 with the top down
Tropical pool with a nice gal
Anything I want, I can have now
It's what I'm working for when the suns down
And I'll be

and sunrises
So let's shout to every nation
It's a tropical vacation
Got my slides
You got your flip flops
Don't stop
Got a mix playing of the best country

the storm pass
By my side through the night, wanna see if you last
You know the storm is a-brewing
I feel the thunder booming, but these clouds ain't moving

And call the whole thing off tonight

It’s just a wintry summer here
Raining tropical storms and sweat
Maybe I need to have you near
To fill my heart you