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The Asteroids Galaxy Tour - Wave Teng - Radio Edit lyrics

Artist: The Asteroids Galaxy Tour

album: Wave Teng (Radio Edit)


Whoop!
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah!
Eyo-eyo!
Giddy-up!
I wanna be where the wave hits the shore
Right by the sea down in El Salvador
Hanging on the beach with the one I adore
Giggy up, giddy up, Romeo
I wanna be where the wave hits the shore
Right by the sea down in El Salvador
Ra-pa-pam, boy, I'm ready to go
Giggy up, giddy up, Romeo
Giggy up, giddy up, Romeo
Giggy up, giddy up, Romeo
Sometimes you get trapped in the weekend
Show up for work on Wednesday lookin' seasick
You're two days late for school without a reason
Back to reality but flying on the feelin'
Your dog ate your work report, don't believe it!
Got chicken pox or chicken flu, what a reason!
Always down to grind, elbows and knees in
But truth is, me and my baby had a beach date
Still got sand between my toes, let the hater know
Broke and ballin' out crazy, lettin' paper blow
Spirits hit my throat, cut me like a razor, yo
The spirits lift me up, majita where the chaser though
But now we loosey goosey, goofy
Playing touch rugby on the beach in a koofie
Sea water bongs and banana leaf doobies
Club tropicana, just me and you, juicey, juicey!
I wanna be where the wave hits the shore
Right by the sea down in El Salvador
Hanging on the beach with the one I adore
Giggy up, giddy up, Romeo, hey!
I wanna be where the wave hits the shore
Right by the sea down in El Salvador
Ra-pa-pam, boy, I'm ready to go
Giggy up, giddy up, Romeo
Giggy up, giddy up, Romeo
Giggy up, giddy up, Romeo, eh!
See ya chillin in the sun
Chi-chi-chillin' in the sun
Nah, call in sick
Threw a dart at a map like random pick
Me and her in the car hit the highway quick
She had a box of cassettes labeled roadtrip hits
Volume one to five and freaking off when driving
Kells singin', vibin' off the scenery surroundin'
Chest pounding, love, lift us up through this endeavor
Cloud nine, we could be up here forever
Summer flings, pink drinks with umbrellas in
Sunshine blazing, heatwave make the devil sing
Yeah, I been workin' on my feet
Hustle real hard, tryna stack up my sheets
Workin' like a slave to live like a king
Don't know where it ends and where I begin
I need a getaway, getaway, secret spots you can't pronounce
Passport tatted like a biker, give my accent extra bounce
Romeo look-alike, Che Guevara
Left or right, mia vida complicada
Take me deep south, past Guatemala
Wave to the wave, here I go, eyo!
Sugar ice, paradise, tropicana
Working on a tan, wanna be Rihanna
Do my slang tang like a concubana
Wave to the wave, here I gyo-yo-yo-yo-yo!
I wanna be where the wave hits the shore
Right by the sea down in El Salvador
Hanging on the beach with the one I adore
Giggy up, giddy up, Romeo
I wanna be where the wave hits the shore
Right by the sea down in El Salvador
Ra-pa-pam, boy, I'm ready to go
Giggy up, giddy up, Romeo
Giggy up, giddy up, Romeo
Giggy up, giddy up, Romeo, hey!
See ya chillin in the sun
Chi-chi-chillin' in the su-su-sun, so
See ya chillin in the sun
Chi-chi-chillin' in the ssss-su-su-su-su-sun

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