Tropical Orbit

[Chorus] She call me the Pineapple Lover Underneath the stars, we can take it under cover Stay sweet, stay gold, never bitter with the flow Got that tropical rhythm everywhere that I go Yeah, it’s a pineapple thing Can’t you hear the summer sing? [Verse 1] Check the drip, it’s a golden state of mind Got the crown in my hand, yeah, the sweetest kind Yellow fanny pack, keeping all my secrets locked From the Milky Way down to the sandy dock Wink at the sun while I’m floating on the breeze I got that citrus soul, doing what I please Two horns high, but I’m feeling real low-key Just a green monster living in a yellow fantasy. [Chorus] She call me the Pineapple Lover Underneath the stars, we can take it under cover Stay sweet, stay gold, never bitter with the flow Got that tropical rhythm everywhere that I go Yeah, it’s a pineapple thing Can’t you hear the summer sing?