[Verse 1: Tropical Black]
Teen dream out of reach
Yet everyday, they're at the beach
Fully clothed in New Emperor's clothes
Blasting out blasphemous flows
Lives marked by innocence
Reaching out towards independence
Buds, look at all this ruin
The world knows your advance in relation
Pick Da Costa for the celebration
Beach party of the ghost
Everybody's transparent
Young specters make the toast
At zero, a sea sponge forms
Boasting, bigot, self-absorbed
[Pre-Chorus]
Don't you know it's swimsuit season?
Don't you know it's swimsuit season, boy?
[Chorus]
With no sunscreen be who y'are to be
Expose yourself
Expose yourself
Homemade ice cream
Don't let it melt
It's for you to taste
Please don't let it waste
Without no sunscreen be who y'are to be
Expose yourself
Expose yourself
Homemade ice cream
Don't let it melt
It's for you to taste
Please don't let it waste
[Verse 2: Tropical Black]
Human implanted shark fin
Wax to look like a mannequin
You fit everything in Livorno posh bag
But the sunscreen... you darn old scallawag
For you look so concerned about those looks
You should be concerned about those looks
Torn golden loincloth
Itapuã lunchbox
This gum will grow money trees
This cum will grow money trees
No security
No floatees
[Pre-Chorus]
It's swimsuit season
(It's swimsuit season, it's swimsuit season, wake up, it's swimsuit season)
It's swimsuit season
(It's swimsuit season)
It's swimsuit season
(Grab your beach balls or whatever the f** you bring to the beach... you know?)
[Chorus]
(You got to see.., this sand castle)
Without no sunscreen be who y'are to be
Expose yourself
Expose yourself
Homemade ice cream
Don't let it melt
It's for you to taste
Please don't let it waste
Without no sunscreen be who y'are to be
Expose yourself
Expose yourself
Homemade ice cream
Don't let it melt
It's for you to taste
Please don't let it waste
(With no sunscreen, with no sunscreen be who you are to be, expose yourself, expose yourself... homemade ice cream, don't let it melt, it's for you to taste, please don't let it waste... don't let it waste)
[Verse 3: Tropical Black]
Take off that dress
No leave it on, it works perfectly
Take off that tank
Oh look! New mustang!
Take of those socks
He's waiting 'till their bodies rock
Take off those jeans
Go steady with Irene
Take off that face
Find a humid, new, holy, place
[Adlib]
Yeah it's 99 here... in California
And it's pretty humid outside
It's hot, it's humid
But you know, who cares?
It's swimsuit season you know?
Nobody cares
(Oh yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah, it's swimsuit season)
Been talking to some people
(Oh yeah yeah yeah)
They don't care
(They don't care)
You know, it's swimsuit season
(Oh yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah... what were you going to say?)
Yeah, you know?
(Oh yeah, yeah, swimsuit season)
Ameen, Ameen
(Oh him)
That kid
(Yeah)
Knows it's swimsuit season
Tyra Banks knows it's swimsuit season
(Oh yeah, she knows, she knows, she knows, she knows, she knows)
You know the political campaign?
(Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Could say that's also swimsuit season
(Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It is swimsuit season
(Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... agreed, agreed on many terms)
Don't get the people wrong
You know?