"PALM TREES"

[verse 1:]
Trapped in the city I'm in
With the urge to break out, make it to the city of dreams
Looking for that pot of gold, in search for prettier things
Cuz I been here too long, dreaming bout what's next to achieve, yeah
But I will never get it, it seems
If I stay much longer then I'm doomed to end up deceived
And so I pack my bags, hop on a plane
Anywhere, it's fine with me
Take me to Jamaica, rolling swishers, bumping Bob and sing
All along the way, eating good, no fish filet, meeting women that'll make my heart thump like it's heavy bass, yeah
And do you see the waves? 
If not then close your eyes again

[chorus:]
Chilling under palm trees
Smoking on a blunt and feel the cold breeze, ay
See, I know it's your pet peeve, but baby I got issues weighing on me (2x)

[verse 2:]
Miss me with the shit that happened last year
This time around, I put my faith in God's hand
Cuz real friends are seldom, people you
pour your heart to
Next thing you know, they draw a pistol and aim it at you
I want myself back, my happiness and all that, lately I've been feeling like my heart is turning pitch black
I got too many problems that I can't solve cuz the money missing but money's the biggest one of all
That's why I need to grow now, paint a bigger picture, let me go now
Chasing paper for a better future, tell my mama that I love her, I'll be back before the sun down

[Chorus (4x)]


Palm Trees (prod. by Ricky Vela)

This doesn’t mean anything if it doesn’t change everything.

Palm Trees (prod. by Ricky Vela)

Chris Karell