$4 Watermelon Juice
 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.