Coconut Rum by Abram Shook

I use a glove to pick up the phone
Because I'm accident prone in the kingdom of love
I catch a plane in the shape of my scent
I'm drinking Mexican Cokes, let the money be spent

And if you can't some put the fruit on your tongue
I'm drinking Coconut Rum in the kingdom of love
Chiclets and tropical bites
You dive into the depths of your own delight
And now you know I ain't mad if you can't understand my way of
Li-i-i-i-fe
It's alright

I pull the shade if my neighbor complains
I wear a terrycloth robe
Smoke a joint in the tub
Nothing to fix so I'm fixing my gaze
To see the animals play in the kingdom of love

And if you can't some put the fruit on your tongue
I'm drinking Coconut Rum in the kingdom of love
Chiclets and tropical bites
You dive into the depths of your own device
And now you know I ain't mad if you can't understand my way of
Li-i-i-i-fe
It's alright

• Pop
• Tropical
• loft-rock
• psychedelic pop
• soul
• Austin