[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.