Pineapple

By Rev (Rap)

On paradise.

Released on July 17, 2014

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[Intro:]

Shout out to Sane Beats

Rev (Rev)

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Uh

Let's get it


[Verse 1: Rev]

I just dwell

Infinity carries me on

I don't know if it's the beat

Or

The tempo of this song

Fade

Away

To that safe place

Control the family name sake?

Who cares what they say?

We don't really care anyways

You're beautiful

My God

Where the heck did you come from?

My elixir

Sweet on the tongue

Still perfect

So let's run

Let's get away

All kinds of space

You be the judge and I'm the case

Enticing, can I have a taste?

Tick tock, no time to waste

Uh

And your heart beats warm

This is what my arms are for

Inside is where it's warm

Outside I'm not so sure

Enjoy the luxury (Enjoy the beach)

Enjoy the sunset (Tires screech)

Mouth-to-Mouth

Part of Speech

We're both falling

Out of Reach

Yeah Yeah

Here we go, Here we go


[Verse 2: Rev]

On Tuesday, We'll drive out

Shop for all your favorite clothes (ching)

Wednesday, we'll stay in

Besides Netflix, we're all alone (Breaking Bad)

Thursday, it'll rain hard

"I'll keep you warm, just like the sun"

Friday, you'll smile hard

"Cause you know, you've found the one"

And I'm

(Picking up the pieces, pi-ck-cking up the pieces, pieces)

A-And you know that you're the one that ties it all in it's place

E-Even when I feel the need to just jump off and get lifted

I can count on you to remind me that it's not all a waste

Now make haste

We're traveling

Underground, like Javelin

In the room, I'm babbling

Underwater, paddling

I'm

Lost in your mindset (yeah)

In tune with your body frame (yeah)

Waking up in a cold sweat

Reminded of your name

Now it's Monday, and I'm insane

Cause you left me here, this doesn't change

Swear it's all the same, I hate this fame

You're a joker

No card game

And it's me to blame, a damn bloody shame

I hit the target, with no aim

Miley Cyrus

I can't be tamed

I love this, can I make a claim?

Who are you?

Do you think of me?

No room to stand on, or air to breathe

I'm tripping hard, the neighbors can see

I run from God, Adam and Eve

But you ring the bell

Scared as hell

I smell your smell

Crying I can tell

Open the door

Drop to the floor

You ask for more

Now this is war

You swore

You'd never get me confused

But every time the weekend comes

The struggle comes in, in twos

Spiked all in the outside

Soft is your inner core

Beautiful and tropical

But aw man, you make me sore


[Outro:]

Yeah

Imma Let it ride