Tropicana (feat. Supermodel Girlfriend & Chris Howson-Jan) Video (MV)

Thought you didn't love me anymore
Cuz I snore, or was it last week when I called you a whore
Ended up on the floor offa liquor you paid for
Kill it if you want I got more

Brain busted like I just got hit by Ishii
I trusted when I call you gonna reach me
You just said you were never gonna leave me
Then again I left first
Then again

Jameson and pills from a random girl purse
Head steady bobbin like Durst
Think my jinx got upgraded to a curse
Cuz you went from the wifey to the worst
Or could it be couldn't see all the greed killing me
Treated you like a want not a need
And was I wrong went along way too long on this song
Trying to work it out's killin me
But when I pass out I just hope I don't snore
Cuz I really need you coming through that door
Please

Am I set in my ways
Am I folding backwards
Counting the days, feelings only after
The forced laughter

Gulping Tropicana
Sipping on the silence
Feeling it get quiet
Watching the tone of the room get violent
Kinda wanna try it
Can barely walk but our fists can fly tonight

Thinking you're a Virgo
Wondering where'd the mood go
Take a trip and fly away while we stay right here
Sitting in the room

The ecstasy is lost on me
This ecstasy
Is lost on me

Am I set in my ways
Am I folding backwards
Counting the days
Feelings only after
The day after
Is only awkward
If you feel the same