Bali
(Hey)
(She wanna go to Bali)
(Told her we can go in the summertime)
(Yeah)
(Hey)
She wanna go to Bali (Yaaa)
I told her we can go in the summertime
I'll take you to the beach, let me be your guide
Let's go back to my room, we can keep that priv
I wanna feel your body
Spend a couple racks I'ma do it all for you
Pull up to your spot tell me what you wanna do
Anything you want alright
Riding, cruising down the freeway
Flying, first-class flight to the islands ya
Always go to Bali in the summertime
Always wanna party, wanna feel alive
Shorty so sweet and she drinking soda
Wearing all white looking like some coca
Walk around the beach what a sight
Turn off all the lights catch a vibe for the night
The wind got the palm trees swinging
Chilling by the pool
Hop inside and we're swimming
Young, free, wild, how we living
When it's me and you what a time, what a feeling
What a feeling, can you come close let me feel it
What a feeling, hit it one time let me feel it
She wanna go to Bali (Yaaa)
I told her we can go in the summertime
I'll take you to the beach, let me be your guide
Let's go back to my room, we can keep that priv
I wanna feel your body
Spend a couple racks I'ma do it all for you
Pull up to your spot tell me what you wanna do
Anything you want alright
Riding on a jet-ski riding on the waves
And the Drip too hard, don't drown up on the wave
Shorty looking bad like Camila
Hotter than Havana go around the Caribbean
Top floor view living life
Smoke up on the roof, see the stars all night
And we getting high off of life
Pour another drink and we're gonna need ice
Pull up to the lobby
Said you need a break and you wanna fly to Bali
Bali in the summertime
We can get away in the summertime
Shorty can you wait (Hol up)
She just wanna go and fly away
Shorty can you wait (Hol up)
She just wanna go and fly away
She wanna go to Bali (Yaaa)
I told her we can go in the summertime
I'll take you to the beach, let me be your guide
Let's go back to my room, we can keep that priv
I wanna feel your body
Spend a couple racks I'ma do it all for you
Pull up to your spot tell me what you wanna do
Anything you want alright
(She wanna go to Bali)
(Told her we can go in the summertime)
(Yeah)
(Hey)
She wanna go to Bali (Yaaa)
I told her we can go in the summertime
I'll take you to the beach, let me be your guide
Let's go back to my room, we can keep that priv
I wanna feel your body
Spend a couple racks I'ma do it all for you
Pull up to your spot tell me what you wanna do
Anything you want alright
Riding, cruising down the freeway
Flying, first-class flight to the islands ya
Always go to Bali in the summertime
Always wanna party, wanna feel alive
Shorty so sweet and she drinking soda
Wearing all white looking like some coca
Walk around the beach what a sight
Turn off all the lights catch a vibe for the night
The wind got the palm trees swinging
Chilling by the pool
Hop inside and we're swimming
Young, free, wild, how we living
When it's me and you what a time, what a feeling
What a feeling, can you come close let me feel it
What a feeling, hit it one time let me feel it
She wanna go to Bali (Yaaa)
I told her we can go in the summertime
I'll take you to the beach, let me be your guide
Let's go back to my room, we can keep that priv
I wanna feel your body
Spend a couple racks I'ma do it all for you
Pull up to your spot tell me what you wanna do
Anything you want alright
Riding on a jet-ski riding on the waves
And the Drip too hard, don't drown up on the wave
Shorty looking bad like Camila
Hotter than Havana go around the Caribbean
Top floor view living life
Smoke up on the roof, see the stars all night
And we getting high off of life
Pour another drink and we're gonna need ice
Pull up to the lobby
Said you need a break and you wanna fly to Bali
Bali in the summertime
We can get away in the summertime
Shorty can you wait (Hol up)
She just wanna go and fly away
Shorty can you wait (Hol up)
She just wanna go and fly away
She wanna go to Bali (Yaaa)
I told her we can go in the summertime
I'll take you to the beach, let me be your guide
Let's go back to my room, we can keep that priv
I wanna feel your body
Spend a couple racks I'ma do it all for you
Pull up to your spot tell me what you wanna do
Anything you want alright
Credits
Writer(s): Adam Boyle
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