| 歌曲 | Tropical Fantasy |
| 歌手 | Akir |
| 专辑 | Akir: The Legacy |
| 作曲 : Akir, Grae | |
| (feat. Jean Grae) | |
| [Akir:] Hmm, come here | |
| [Jean:] Heh, stop it! [laughs] Stop! C'mon | |
| [Akir:] I'm sayin.. let's go | |
| [Jean:] Nah, stop askin me to go away, man | |
| We don't have to go away, you my getaway for real man | |
| [Akir:] I'm sayin I'll save a little money | |
| We can get the tickets and get outta here right now! | |
| [Akir:] | |
| It's like this priceless, Queen Isis | |
| A pleasure, when we're together though the trifest hypes this | |
| I write scripts rollin tight spliffs, roll on Miss | |
| While the time ticks, dodgin cops with nightsticks | |
| Plots and mind tricks, blocks where crime gets out of control | |
| Gotta know what glitters ain't gold | |
| And I'ma stop this grind shit, let's get on the road | |
| Fuck barely affordin the livin and the bills that we owe | |
| [Jean Grae:] | |
| I'm owin these bills, gettin through life with you, wife with you | |
| Breathe in the city lights 'til we exhale neon | |
| Beyond stress we gone, metropolis livin | |
| I'm beyond pills, we gon' build; how we gon' deal though? | |
| House for sailboat, my vision is with yours | |
| Snaps back to dirty building to steel doors | |
| Wanna relax back with the damn facts that we assed out | |
| and trapped, can't blast out, maxed out | |
| [Chorus: Jean Grae - singing] | |
| How we gonna get away (away) | |
| I've been goin crazy here, I can't make it here and I see | |
| You want the sunlight, the paradise, won't that be nice? | |
| Divine is right, if we could find a getaway | |
| [Akir:] | |
| Yeah, prayin to angels, plottin all angles, weavin a web tangled | |
| Mingle we labeled in the Star Spangled | |
| Strangle for oxygen, island hoppin Bahama way | |
| Let's get it poppin in mai tais and moccasins | |
| [Jean Grae:] | |
| Yeah, but we gon' rock Timbs, never lessen out the king | |
| Even if collar poppin in Hollis is not a sin | |
| See we already blessed, forgetting the stress | |
| The pennies yes, but many are without any or less so | |
| [Akir:] | |
| Usually they brutally usin me, foolishly cluelessly | |
| choosin means over you or me, who could be | |
| Movin feet to a beat, reach to a piece of land | |
| Close to a beach with sand | |
| [Jean Grae:] | |
| And it's a grand vision, a tan prism, and hands glisten | |
| Holdin a roll, a part of a gram but listen | |
| I'm with it, proposal exquisite | |
| But I can't flow 'til it, wanna let go but logic it holds with it | |
| [Akir:] | |
| Gotta go with it, I know it is, so a risk | |
| Just flow with this, let's blow this bitch | |
| [Jean Grae:] | |
| Boy I'm foldin my wrists, no cliques to hold back | |
| Baby we so rich, maybe I could show that | |
| [Akir:] | |
| Kick back and pop a bottle 'til models in avocado strings | |
| I picture a collar string bikinis lookin like a fashion model | |
| [Jean Grae:] | |
| Been in love and daydream then roll like the villains and never play | |
| We takin aeroplanes, speed in narrow lanes, never lay | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Jean Grae:] | |
| I see the jobs and bills and it's hard to kill | |
| Want a menáge with thrill but I argue still | |
| I'm thinkin oxtail in Negril | |
| Then I'm thinkin con-ed locked in, it's heavy as drop lead[?] | |
| [Akir:] | |
| Uhh, mira poquita señorita mas mantequilla | |
| You give me seizures when I see your features, diva | |
| Ease up, and when you find some time to free up | |
| Check me after this re-up, though we can slide to Costa Rica | |
| Antigua or Dominica, linens with a mink cuff | |
| Shirt, matchin your sneaker, ganja we reek of, high 'til we reach clubs | |
| Squeeze up, liquor spillin margaritas, glass upon the speakers | |
| Feelin, grabbin, teasin my leaver, feenin to get your beaver beat up | |
| Only to reason for the Four Seasons | |
| Quick, go get a Visa, we might even see the preacher | |
| Lay back and let the sun shine, time teaches | |
| to learn each other in a place where nobody can reach us | |
| [Chorus x2] | |
| [Outro: Akir] | |
| C'mon baby, let's hit the road | |
| Nah, nah don't pack your bags | |
| We'll buy somethin when we get there, yeah | |
| Nah man, don't worry about the bills | |
| We'll take care of that later on | |
| We got somewhere else to be, you and me |
| zuò qǔ : Akir, Grae | |
| feat. Jean Grae | |
| Akir: Hmm, come here | |
| Jean: Heh, stop it! laughs Stop! C' mon | |
| Akir: I' m sayin.. let' s go | |
| Jean: Nah, stop askin me to go away, man | |
| We don' t have to go away, you my getaway for real man | |
| Akir: I' m sayin I' ll save a little money | |
| We can get the tickets and get outta here right now! | |
| Akir: | |
| It' s like this priceless, Queen Isis | |
| A pleasure, when we' re together though the trifest hypes this | |
| I write scripts rollin tight spliffs, roll on Miss | |
| While the time ticks, dodgin cops with nightsticks | |
| Plots and mind tricks, blocks where crime gets out of control | |
| Gotta know what glitters ain' t gold | |
| And I' ma stop this grind shit, let' s get on the road | |
| Fuck barely affordin the livin and the bills that we owe | |
| Jean Grae: | |
| I' m owin these bills, gettin through life with you, wife with you | |
| Breathe in the city lights ' til we exhale neon | |
| Beyond stress we gone, metropolis livin | |
| I' m beyond pills, we gon' build how we gon' deal though? | |
| House for sailboat, my vision is with yours | |
| Snaps back to dirty building to steel doors | |
| Wanna relax back with the damn facts that we assed out | |
| and trapped, can' t blast out, maxed out | |
| Chorus: Jean Grae singing | |
| How we gonna get away away | |
| I' ve been goin crazy here, I can' t make it here and I see | |
| You want the sunlight, the paradise, won' t that be nice? | |
| Divine is right, if we could find a getaway | |
| Akir: | |
| Yeah, prayin to angels, plottin all angles, weavin a web tangled | |
| Mingle we labeled in the Star Spangled | |
| Strangle for oxygen, island hoppin Bahama way | |
| Let' s get it poppin in mai tais and moccasins | |
| Jean Grae: | |
| Yeah, but we gon' rock Timbs, never lessen out the king | |
| Even if collar poppin in Hollis is not a sin | |
| See we already blessed, forgetting the stress | |
| The pennies yes, but many are without any or less so | |
| Akir: | |
| Usually they brutally usin me, foolishly cluelessly | |
| choosin means over you or me, who could be | |
| Movin feet to a beat, reach to a piece of land | |
| Close to a beach with sand | |
| Jean Grae: | |
| And it' s a grand vision, a tan prism, and hands glisten | |
| Holdin a roll, a part of a gram but listen | |
| I' m with it, proposal exquisite | |
| But I can' t flow ' til it, wanna let go but logic it holds with it | |
| Akir: | |
| Gotta go with it, I know it is, so a risk | |
| Just flow with this, let' s blow this bitch | |
| Jean Grae: | |
| Boy I' m foldin my wrists, no cliques to hold back | |
| Baby we so rich, maybe I could show that | |
| Akir: | |
| Kick back and pop a bottle ' til models in avocado strings | |
| I picture a collar string bikinis lookin like a fashion model | |
| Jean Grae: | |
| Been in love and daydream then roll like the villains and never play | |
| We takin aeroplanes, speed in narrow lanes, never lay | |
| Chorus | |
| Jean Grae: | |
| I see the jobs and bills and it' s hard to kill | |
| Want a mená ge with thrill but I argue still | |
| I' m thinkin oxtail in Negril | |
| Then I' m thinkin coned locked in, it' s heavy as drop lead? | |
| Akir: | |
| Uhh, mira poquita se orita mas mantequilla | |
| You give me seizures when I see your features, diva | |
| Ease up, and when you find some time to free up | |
| Check me after this reup, though we can slide to Costa Rica | |
| Antigua or Dominica, linens with a mink cuff | |
| Shirt, matchin your sneaker, ganja we reek of, high ' til we reach clubs | |
| Squeeze up, liquor spillin margaritas, glass upon the speakers | |
| Feelin, grabbin, teasin my leaver, feenin to get your beaver beat up | |
| Only to reason for the Four Seasons | |
| Quick, go get a Visa, we might even see the preacher | |
| Lay back and let the sun shine, time teaches | |
| to learn each other in a place where nobody can reach us | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Outro: Akir | |
| C' mon baby, let' s hit the road | |
| Nah, nah don' t pack your bags | |
| We' ll buy somethin when we get there, yeah | |
| Nah man, don' t worry about the bills | |
| We' ll take care of that later on | |
| We got somewhere else to be, you and me |