secret getaway (Mercuria's Pleasure Island edit)

You wanna go on a trip

You wanna go on a trip

Boy let me be your escape

You wanna go on a trip

You wanna go on a trip

Boy let me be your escape

You wanna go on a

Triiiip

Buckle up, bae

Oooh we need a vacay

Naomi, meet me on the runway

You wanna go on a

Triiiip

Buckle up, bitch

Us, yea, that's what's up, yea

I got it

I'm the pilot

Get this chocolate, rappa, godiva

You're one in 8 billion

But I hit a triple 7 tonight

I'm gonna wish on the shooting stars we make

When you're gripping me oh so tight

You wanna go on a trip

Far away from here

Where you see the constellations

Crystal clear

Behind your eyelids

I'm your ride to pleasure island

Island

Triiiip

You wanna go on a

Triiiip

Island

Get this chocolate rappa godiva

Our getaway

Our secret getaway

Island

Our getaway

You wanna go on a

Triiiip

Our getaway

Our secret getaway

Our getaway

Get get get get

Your escape

Your jump in a pool on a hot day

Perfect excuse to getaway

To toss the chaos off your plate

Just put your phone on airplane mode

Steal at least an hour

Blast this song

Roll our windows down, now

Now, we are ridin'

Ridin'

Ridin'

And this yo' captain speakin'

I'm feelin' real rosy

DDp singin' like Jodeci

Unh

I don't wanna be lonely

Lookin' too good in this jewlery

Unh

Chain propped up from my chest pop

He think he the best buy not the desk top