MAREA

'We’re smoking, more chill than Rema
Watching the stars with my sky in the sand
Let’s do things that are worth it
Don’t make the bed, don’t clean up the scene

Of the crime
You want the same, so just tell me
My hands are the mark of those jeans
You’re not a fungus, but you make me trip out

The waves are crashing, you’re on top of me moaning
The tide is going down and the vibe is rising
Seeing you laugh has me wrapped up
Hope nobody ruins the moment
Even the fish are happy
About what you and I are doing and now I get it

You’re a mermaid out of the beach
The waves come and go, but don’t you leave
The sky has more stars than Fania
And you and I in the sand, rolling like Tasmania

No one talks about love anymore, that’s why we do it
I was pretty drunk and the drink spilled
She looks like a Philly, the fire burned her
Now she tells me: Yes, when she used to say: No

The waves are crashing, you’re on top of me moaning
The tide is going down and the vibe is rising
Seeing you laugh has me wrapped up
Hope nobody ruins the moment
Even the fish are happy
About what you and I are doing and now I get it

You’re a mermaid out of the beach
The waves come and go, but don’t you leave
The sky has more stars than Fania
And you and I in the sand, rolling like Tasmania