Tropical Heat

Tropical Heat

Sun hits gold on his skin as he walks by the shore,

Salt in the air and the crowd wants more.

Blue eyes flashing like the ocean at noon,

Blonde hair catching light, moving to a summer tune.

Pre-Chorus

He don’t chase, he just glides through the scene,

Every head turns when he steps in clean.

Got that spark, got that fire underneath,

You feel the burn when you’re close to his heat

He’s the tropical heat, feel the rhythm in the street,

Heartbeat rising with the bass and the