Treading bedding like we're drowning in the water
Sheets were getting heated, Arizona in the summer
Pulled my hair down my arms and then he flipped me over
Sweat was pouring down like hurricanes in south of Florida
Get that good shit, feel extraterrestrial
That shit that makes me feel like I'm invincible
Get that good shit, feel extraterrestrial
That shit that makes me feel HD, so visual
I know we don't ever wanna go through
And I can swim alone
On pink sand, pink sand
Set free like a final movie scene
Got you lying next to me
On pink sand, pink sand
Silver dime, baby boy you're such a charmer
Wrap me up like Rizla and breathe me in till [?] high
And follow me to the end at the bottom
Get that good shit, feel extraterrestrial
That shit that makes me feel like I'm invincible
Get that good shit, feel extraterrestrial
That shit that makes me feel
I know we don't ever wanna go through
And I can swim alone
On pink sand, pink sand
Set free like a final movie scene
Got you lying next to me
On pink sand, pink sand
Pink sand, pink sand
Pink sand, pink sand
Pink sand, pink sand
Pink sand
Why?
Why?
Why?
Ah
I know we don't ever wanna go through
And I can swim alone
On pink sand, pink sand
Set free like a final movie scene
Got you lying next to me
On pink sand, pink sand
Pink sand, pink sand
Pink sand, pink sand
Pink sand, pink sand
Pink sand, pink sand
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