[Verse 1: Everett Champion]
Aloha, to all you beautiful girls up from the tropics
Sunscreen on your back, and my wallet in my pocket
Ice cold touch, so you always sound melodic
This is paradise like Sean, or this is paradise like Logic
What you talking? Where you walking?
Let me take you on a trip
Where the only choice we have, is what are we gonna sip
Hand up on your hip, Piña Colada on your lip
Find the ocean take a dip, sun-tanning on the ship
My girl looking like Rose, got money like Daisy
Need to get away, on vacay so you can save me
Fly over the water, like I'm Marc E. Bassy
Cause I know life gets a little bit crazy
Now she don't want no cocaina
We met back in the marina
She want diamonds, no Marina
Work of art, no Mona Lisa
Take her to Ibiza, we can get a massage
This isn’t a mirage, take some pics and make a collage
Aloha!

[Verse 2: Everett Champion]
I drove my Jeep to Port Dalhousie
Played my music and you knew me
Now we back watching a movie
After drinks in the jacuzzi
Back on the beach with cool breeze
You a curly headed cutie
Driving over the QE
Perfect storm like George Clooney
We gonna chill and watch the waves crash
Posted on the white sand
Sunscreen on my left, and you holding on my right hand
My lips are so close to your body like a mic stand
Go out for the night, leather jacket and some HYPLAND
And it seem like every girl has a man
I gotta plan, I'mma take her to Cuba so we can tan
She laying on the beach wearing nothing but sand
Taking pictures out in Rio like Duran Duran
Yeah as soon as we land, we can gaze on the stars
You outta this world girl like you tanning on Mars
We hit the bars, long drinks and endless cigars
Waste away, seranade with acoustic guitars
Aloha!

[Interlude]
I'ma do somethin' different for the last one
I'ma go in...

[Verse 3: Everett Champion]
If we can make it on vacation, I know that we'll be complete
If I can make it from the basement, we can go rent out the suite
Never faking, if it’s vacant, we can go to turn up the heat
Elevating, then we staying,voice drowned up from the beat
There’s a party on the top floor, penthouse living
Honeymoon Suite, yeah that’s how I’m tripping
Work too hard, to let the money make me different
I was pouring then I'm sipping, now I’m soaring and I listen up
To Phoebe to Bebe, AS was hot as Tahiti
Taking vacations in Fiji, you shaking like a martini
Your sister looks like Bella, that must make you Gigi
And if you see me on TV, you prolly bumping my CD
But for right now, all I need is a breeze
All you need is some trees, and all I need is the keys
I can take you home please, before I see you and freeze
Hunnid dollar waves, so I’m swimming in the seas
Make some commas, in the Bahamas, I'll rent out the Atlantis
I like any girl as long as she a little spanish
Hit the casino, I got a little Filipino
Sipping on Pino, while we vibing to Childish Gambino
Well I’m making a Pina Colada, she’s up in the water
I need a lot of daughters wearing Adidas and Prada
And their father bought a lotta land, million dollars in the sand
He brought a bunch of drama, but she really doesn't understand
I'm up in the islands, bringing sand up in the booth
Doing anything I can to show you who's the truth
Dropped 2 classic projects, so there is the proof
Now let me drop another 2, let me show you my moves
Aloha!

[Sample]
There's a considerable amount of confusion today in surfing and outside surfing about what the sport is all about. I'd like to kinda clarify this... um I think this confusion exists primarily because there's sort of two sports: there's what goes out on the beach, and what goes out on the ocean...