[Verse 1]
I love your crazy but your tripping has to stop
Laughing through the chaos, neon veins that never drop
We get tropicool at midnight, running through casinos bright
Blaming you when we do it again, smiling in the flashing light
We go to Shell gas stations, run cards like crazy in the rain
Late-night pumps, sticky floors, we chase the rush, embrace the strain
Time we’ve spent together is amazing, every reckless little twist
Your crazy trippin makes it all interesting, I keep a cigarette and a fist
[Pre-Chorus — (power-chord strum)]
Strum the chord, let the amp complain, grit in the echo, bite in the grain
Hands on the wheel, hearts off-leash — the reckless hymn before the feast
(Bring the snare up, let the drums land hard)
[Chorus]
I love gettin' tropicool with you
Neon nights, we do what we do
Your crazy trippin' makes the ride so sweet
Time with you's the only beat
[Verse 2]
Gas pumps flicker, quarter after quarter, neon silhouettes in motion
We trade blame like poker chips, every laugh another salty potion
Running through the casinos, running errands for a second chance
You grin and take the blame, say we'll rerun it — another dance
Cards slide, dice shake, meter reads our midnight alibi
We swear we'll stop tomorrow; tonight is just a pretty lie
Your trippin' fuels the fire — keeps the stories running long
Every loud confession writes a line inside our own song
[Pre-Chorus 2 — (power-chord build)]
Crank the chord, let the chorus cut, grit in the breath, feelings in a rut
Hands that used to falter now drum the frame, we burn the rules to light the flame
(Drums hit heavier, prepare for the rap drop)
[Rap Verse — 14 bars]
Midnight dash, neon cash, we pressing hash at the Shell
Run the cards, blame your laugh when the jackpot never fell
Blame you for the rerun, blame you for the next flight outta town
We toast the chaos, baby, every wrong feels right with that crown
Late pumps, coffee cups, ashtray kingdoms on the seat
Finger on the meter, two for the ride and one for the beat
Flip the card, watch it slide — your grin got me predisposed
We curse the dealer, call it fate, then reboot and strike a pose
Running cards like crazy, rolling promises into the dark
Blaming you for the rerun, but it's your spark that lights the arc
Shell stops, backseat talks, we barter secrets for a tune
I call it love, you call it madness — under the same drunk moon
You trip, I catch, we laugh, we crash — it's collateral and art
This city writes our footnotes; you're the wild punctuation in my heart
[Bridge — (gritty guitar lick, heavy drum backbeat)]
We dance through the madness, chaos braided in our hands
Gritty lick wails over drums, a bridge that shouts and stands
Every crazy moment etches into me, like ink on a palm
We carve our names on motel mirrors, turn the chaos into calm
(Guitar growl, let the reverb bleed — make the moment big and loud)
[Chorus — Full band]
I love gettin' tropicool with you
Neon nights, we do what we do
Your crazy trippin' makes
