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Lava or Love (Reggae House Version)

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[Verse 1] Woke up this morning, sun in my face Booked a one-way hike to a fiery place Guide said “Maybe don’t go up today” But I packed flip-flops — I'm on my way Got a selfie stick, got a mango juice Got a fear of death that's slightly loose Heart says YOLO, brain says “bro, no” But I'm halfway up — can’t tell me go slow [Pre-Chorus] Steam is risin’, sweat’s not lyin’ That’s either fear or I’m just fryin’ Tourist shirt stickin' to my chest If I blow up — I'll die well-dressed [Chorus] Climbin’ up the lava mountain, yeah I might combust Feelin’ like a coconut with wanderlust Tropics in my ears, but doom’s in sight This might be the dumbest thing I do tonight Ooooh, it’s thrillin’, chillin’ Smells like brimstone, but I'm willin’ If I fall, please make it known I did it for the ‘Gram and the serotonin [Verse 2] Met a local goat, he gave me side-eye He knows I’m dumb but he let me by Volcano's rumblin’ like a club bass drop Is it the beat... or should I stop? Lava’s glowin’, I’m still goin’ Sweat in places I’m not showin’ Called my ex, said “Hey, just so ya know You were right — I'm dumb, but look at me go” [Pre-Chorus] Birds are bailin’, trees are flamin’ My mom’s voice in my head is blamin’ She said “Do yoga, not explode” Too late, mom — I’m in beast mode [Chorus] Climbin’ up the lava mountain, yeah I might combust Feelin’ like a pineapple with zero trust Got my beach towel, but no escape plan This is what happens when you trust a van Ooooh, it’s thrillin’, killin’ Lava's hot, but I'm still chillin’ If I survive, I swear I’ll stay Right back here... next holiday [Bridge] Oh magma baby, don’t do me wrong I just wanted vibes and a tourist song My eyebrows are gone, but I feel alive In a flaming hot tropical nosedive [Final Chorus] Climbin’ up the lava mountain, just me and fate Dancin’ with disaster at a 98% rate One wrong step and I’m barbecue But I look good in this tropical view Ooooh, it’s thrillin’, spillin’ Volcano gods — are you willin’? If you must blow, please let me pose So they’ll find my bones in sick-ass clothes