Feet buried in the sand; feels like forever 

Writing letters saying please rescue sender 

Tend to spend my days – remembering 

Better day – coulda turned lemons to lemonade 

Just shoulda said no to the flight 

Trust in my pilot blinded my foresight 

Tried yellin when the plane veered off course 

The only thing that happened – my voice just got hoarse 

She said that sorta paranoia got ya thinking things 

Sensors on the panel all lit and flickering 

Altitude dropping – she needs the rush 

Drunk off the feeling even if it leaves me crushed 

Trust – when I call this situation a lose – lose 

Kill me softly with her song on her list of to-dos 

Engine sputtering, wings have some screws loose 

Last thing I remember she jumped with the parachute 

Dude, trapped in a catch 22 

Woke up on this island not having a clue 

Glass looked empty – used to swipe right to put some hope in it 

Now we drinking mai-tais outta coconuts 

Beach bummin – not so bad really 

One with the sun and the sand livin freely 

You ever sleep to the sound of the tide 

Island life got me feelin alright 

Retrospective has me taking a long look 

If I had a phone, probly callin up Tom Nook 

Like go ahead and sign me up son 

Blame the disappearance on an alien abduction 

Let obituaries read Bermuda Triangle 

Sang over two 45s makes the right angle 

Tell’um I gone up to live with the angels 

All good in this hammock with the sun in my face, yo.

Dappersaurus [An Hobbes, 2Ton21] - Coconut Maitai

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