Molly, for Now - Pineapples & Palm Trees

Chase me down the streets on my weary feet
Don't you know that your devilish hips got me weak?
So sick and tired of this barhop life on repeat
When all my other siblings filled their passenger seats

With all the noise, got them toys
Got a working man feelin' like a bustling boy
Salivatin' over you, but you're so damn coy
The overzealous joy exploits a more than curious ploy

And oh, I'm cargo shipped to stow, I've found El Dorado
At your Audobon Avenue home, God bless the gold, God bless my soul
These city lights oblique; who needs a fucking beach?
Sippin' on each others' la da da, smokin' pineapples and palm trees

Sige! Pineapples and palm trees
Let me see you sway
Let me see you sway
Let me see you sway

Thrill until I'm ill, the woman turned to my pill
Minutes, hours, days, weekends to pass the time I had to kill
Strugglin' on to feel the heat, feelin' myself the fuck is sleep?
In early November, I'll have to remember the way you dismembered the wolf in the sheep's
Immerse me in your skin, drip the sin in my oxygen
Here's your gin and tonic mixed with chronic, demonic at your most sardonic
Bad life decision with precision and haste
Savor the taste of your once chaste lace pressed on my waist

You swept me off my feet, but goddamn I couldn't stand it
The sex was enough but the hell, I couldn't handle it
I'm the man to dismantle your plan, it's a sham
That your hand kept the damn sandman's fucking dead candle it
Wonderin' with you, is this a fucking mistake?
Never thought that that mistake would be quote fucking that mistake
You turned out to be the lay that drove my ass five damn days away
Reminiscing Miss Stereotype: the one she swore to break

That timid ass Latina, the back of a pizzeria
The back of her new Fiat, or on her back where you can't see it
Sige, my God it hurt, in her flannel skirt or a man's work shirt
Be rest assured if I lost my flirt, for a scrub of dirt you weren't my worst
Sige, pineapples, palm trees
Mirage attempt to be, blow brain to tempt me
Stale taste so empty, still call me MT
Overdose on dopamine, break it down like you broke me

And oh, I'm cargo shipped to stow, I've found El Dorado
At your Audobon Avenue home, God bless the gold, God bless my soul
These city lights oblique; who needs a fucking beach?
Sippin' on each others' la da da, smokin' pineapples and palm

Trees, brought a brother to his knees in a steamed triple digit degree heat
And I breathe your wants to a tee, God help me try, I gotta try
The city lights go bleak, I need to fuckin' leave
But I'm comin' back to la da da, la da da, la da da, smokin' pineapples and palm trees

You still, the woman turned to my pill
Minutes, hours, days, weekends to pass the time I had to kill
Pineapples and palm trees
You still, the woman turned to my pill
Minutes, hours, days, weekends to pass the time I had to kill
Pineapples and palm trees
You still, the woman turned to my pill
Minutes, hours, days, weekends to pass the time
Pineapples and palm trees
I'm strugglin' on to feel the heat, feelin' myself the fuck is sleep?
In early November, I'll have to remember the way you dismembered the wolf in the sheep's skin

Written by:
Miguel Ladrillono, Zachary Swanner

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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