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GoldLink - Palm Trees (Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
GoldLink
GoldLink
Vocals
April George
April George
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
D'Anthony Carlos
D'Anthony Carlos
Songwriter
Jeppe Thy Gron
Jeppe Thy Gron
Songwriter
Donald McPherson
Donald McPherson
Songwriter
Enrique Silvester
Enrique Silvester
Songwriter
Luther Simmons Jr.
Luther Simmons Jr.
Songwriter
Alina Baraz
Alina Baraz
Songwriter
Matias Peschke
Matias Peschke
Songwriter
Matias Saabye Køedt
Matias Saabye Køedt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Galimatias
Galimatias
Producer
Joppe
Joppe
Producer
Alexander Ben-Abdallah
Alexander Ben-Abdallah
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Underneath the palm trees, you can leave your worries I don't need nobody, you and me together Run away from mamas, still live with your mama That's alright, we gon' make this trip together Poppin' up at parties, drinkin' on Bacardi Singing Cole J, I just wanna love you better And I just wanna love you better You know 'cause it's winter weather, and I need my baby back Ain't I crazy? You know that I need to bring my city back You know that I need you, girl Need you like they need these raps I'm a bad boy, and, yeah, mama say don't do it And you gon' do it, we gon' make a movie Listen to Alina singing Underneath the palm trees, you can leave your worries Listen to the waves, so you wanna get so high? Breathe me in like air tonight Listen to the waves, I can be your fantasy Alina, yeah, she sung to me Underneath the palm trees, you can leave your worries Listen to the waves, so you wanna get so high? Breathe me in like air tonight, listen to the waves I can be your fantasy, Alina, yeah, she sung I'm so obsessed with you, girl You're my world And when we start fuckin', I'ma fuck you up Excuse me, baby, what I want to say was love you up Double dutch from the pussy, tell her pucker up Lemme, lemme tell ya somethin', lemme butter up You and all yo' insecurities and stuff Always talk about ya' big boobies ain't big enough I ain't tell ya that ya perfect, nothin' could replace ya Lord, I thank ya, you so fuckin' clutch Excuse my language, babygirl, you know what's up Fuckin', makin' love and fuckin', then I fuck it up Like I said I was gon' do, girl, can I bite ya butt? Fell in love inside the pussy like a sucker punch Fuck yo' nigga too, and fuck yo' job and fuck yo' crew I can make a list of freaky shit I wanna do While I whisper to ya like, girl Underneath the palm trees, you can leave your worries Listen to the waves, so you wanna get so high? Breathe me in like air tonight, listen to the waves I can be your fantasy, Alina, yeah, she sung to me Underneath the palm trees, you can leave your worries Listen to the waves, so you wanna get so high? Breathe me in like air tonight, listen to the waves I can be your fantasy, Alina, yeah, she sung
Writer(s): Luther Jr. Simmons, D'anthony Carlos, Jeppe Thy Gron, Alina Baraz, Enrique Sylvester, Matias Saabye Peschcke Koeedt, Donald Mcpherson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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