作词 : Greyson Yang 作曲 : Greyson Yang 编曲 : Greyson Yang Tropical lips, electric skies, Ice cubes melt in the heat, Juicy beats beneath our feet. Drip, drop, sugar rush, Pink-stained hands we can't wash up, Whistle loud, the crowd's in sync— Summer spins like a soda machine! Four-dollar watermelon juice! Sweeter than a midnight truce, Swirl the ice, let your hips get loose— Dance like firework abuse! (Hey!) Four-dollar watermelon juice! Lipstick smudges, no excuse, Bassline drips through bamboo roofs— This is how the cool kids bruise! Sip-sip-sip, ah! Drip-drip-drop, yeah! Sip-sip-sip, ah! Pop! Goes the summer clock! Pulp confession on my tongue, Streetlights buzz a bubblegum, Strangers sway in saltwater shoes, The moon's a slice we all can chew. Palm trees trace cursive goodbyes, Juice-stained dawns multiply, But the jukebox keeps its oath— We'll drink the sun 'til we're both... (Whoa-oh-oh! Tropical slow-mo!) Straws write poems in the foam, (Whoa-oh-oh! Let the pixels roam!) We’re the core the heat can’t own— Juice rivers melt the throne! Rebel sips in twilight zone! Spit a seed and crack the code! Four-dollar watermelon juice! Sweeter than a midnight truce, Swirl the ice, let your hips get loose— Dance like firework abuse! (Hey!) Four-dollar watermelon juice! Lipstick smudges, no excuse, Bassline drips through bamboo roofs— This is how the cool kids bruise! Sip-sip-sip, ah! Drip-drip-drop, yeah! Sip-sip-sip, ah! Pop! Goes the summer clock! Pulp confession on my tongue, Streetlights buzz a bubblegum, Strangers sway in saltwater shoes, The moon's a slice we all can chew.
[00:00.000] 作词 : Greyson Yang [00:01.000] 作曲 : Greyson Yang [00:02.000] 编曲 : Greyson Yang [00:06.849]Tropical lips, electric skies, [00:09.129]Ice cubes melt in the heat, [00:11.461]Juicy beats beneath our feet. [00:13.958]Drip, drop, sugar rush, [00:16.308]Pink-stained hands we can't wash up, [00:18.744]Whistle loud, the crowd's in sync— [00:21.154]Summer spins like a soda machine! [00:23.721]Four-dollar watermelon juice! [00:26.199]Sweeter than a midnight truce, [00:28.525]Swirl the ice, let your hips get loose— [00:31.035]Dance like firework abuse! (Hey!) [00:33.465]Four-dollar watermelon juice! [00:35.977]Lipstick smudges, no excuse, [00:38.376]Bassline drips through bamboo roofs— [00:40.729]This is how the cool kids bruise! [00:43.248]Sip-sip-sip, ah! [00:45.611]Drip-drip-drop, yeah! [00:48.176]Sip-sip-sip, ah! [00:50.532]Pop! Goes the summer clock! [00:53.314]Pulp confession on my tongue, [00:55.612]Streetlights buzz a bubblegum, [00:57.915]Strangers sway in saltwater shoes, [01:00.446]The moon's a slice we all can chew. [01:02.838]Palm trees trace cursive goodbyes, [01:07.690]Juice-stained dawns multiply, [01:12.206]But the jukebox keeps its oath— [01:16.758]We'll drink the sun 'til we're both... [01:20.823](Whoa-oh-oh! Tropical slow-mo!) Straws write poems in the foam, (Whoa-oh-oh! Let the pixels roam!) We’re the core the heat can’t own— Juice rivers melt the throne! [01:32.144]Rebel sips in twilight zone! [01:34.608]Spit a seed and crack the code! [02:02.190]Four-dollar watermelon juice! [02:04.518]Sweeter than a midnight truce, [02:07.113]Swirl the ice, let your hips get loose— [02:09.466]Dance like firework abuse! (Hey!) [02:11.970]Four-dollar watermelon juice! [02:14.369]Lipstick smudges, no excuse, [02:16.881]Bassline drips through bamboo roofs— [02:19.370]This is how the cool kids bruise! [02:21.905]Sip-sip-sip, ah! [02:23.916]Drip-drip-drop, yeah! [02:26.837]Sip-sip-sip, ah! [02:29.336]Pop! Goes the summer clock! [02:32.403]Pulp confession on my tongue, [02:34.498]Streetlights buzz a bubblegum, [02:36.772]Strangers sway in saltwater shoes, [02:39.195]The moon's a slice we all can chew.
