Palm Tree Jungle - Kwamie Liv

You, look so beautiful

Waking up all alone in the hotel

We

You, oh look so criminal

All dressed up, hot damn

Who you trynna be tonight?

we got carried away

Out on the floor, can’t blame me for the games

So many, so many people here

Who can we trust with our pain?

Somebody call my wife

Tell her I’m not coming home tonight

Always on the prowl

Titties on the dancefloor

You could be, you could be home with your girls

But you out here in the night, getting by

Trying to get this paper flying high

Right or wrong, we don’t care if it’s right or wrong

Cause everybody knows that

Nothing, no one, touch you, better

Driving down rodeo drive

The sun up in the sky

Palm tree jungle ass around and teach me how to fly

So I pull up on your skirt just to pull down on your jeans

Tell you I’m your girl but you know I’m just your tease

Palm tree jungle ass around and —

Palm tree jungle ass around and —

Imma give you some more you if you give me some more me

Imma take you out to dance, Imma show you that you’re free-