Papaya

I'm smoking the Mango
By the pool to stay calm (The Philosopher)
I'm waiting for your message
I'm coming to you, baby, tell me when (Oh-oh)

I have to take it easy with alcohol and marijuana
She tells me: Slowly, slowly, when I take off my polo
A little crazy, because of our game
My heart is on fire, so a bit empty

Very tanned, you were dressed in red
You had very long hair and smelled like coconut
Like an Intimissimi model but twice as beautiful
I would like to get into her dress, make some waves (Push)

Papaya from the tropics, my heart is a drum machine
It's full of scars, I'll give it to you, don't crumple it
On the beach in Tenerife or in Martinique
I'm away this weekend with my mamacita

I see the waves and the rocks, I eat cassata in slippers
Under an orange sky, we did it until dawn
A hibiscus flower in her hair, she's the most beautiful (Eh)
She doesn't need jewelry (Eh), your jaw drops

I don't know what I'm getting into
I want to come back to you, stay on top of my Range Rover
And never leave you again (Never again), I don't know how you do it (You do it)
Every time you go down (Go down), my bae, my waifu (Waifu)

(Papaya from the tropics, my heart is a drum machine)
(It's full of scars, I'll give it to you, don't crumple it)
(On the beach in Tenerife or in Martinique)
(I'm away this weekend with my mamacita)

Papaya from the tropics
My heart is a drum machine
It's full of scars, I'll give it to you, don't crumple it
On the beach in Tenerife or in Martinique
I'm away this weekend with my mamacita