[Intro] Sicilia, baby Konnichiwa, lady From Catania to Tokyo (we go crazy) [Verse 1] She got that Etna fire lemon on her lips Gold hoop earrings olive oil drip Grandma in the kitchen pasta on the stove She dancing in the hallway in my kimono robe Mango gelato melting on her hand Cherry blossom print on a beachside tan She teach me “ti amo” I say “aishiteru” Two waves colliding yeah, it feel so new (woo) [Chorus] Sicilian sunrise love we don’t ever slow it down Sake in a paper cup spritz before we hit the town Hands up, hands up she be moving to the sound Ay, ay, ay make the whole club bounce Sicilian sunrise love from the island to the east Arancini in the backseat ramen after we feast Hands up, hands up spin her right around Ay, ay, ay make the whole club bounce (let’s go) [Verse 2] She say “piano, piano” but she pulling on my chain Cherry cola kisses on a late-night train Her brother in Palermo calling on my phone I’m tryna say “buonasera” while we’re dancing alone Origami hearts in her little Gucci bag Tarot on the table incense in the back She mixtape my life with her island slang Singing old folk songs over 808 bang (yeah) [Chorus] Sicilian sunrise love we don’t ever slow it down Sake in a paper cup spritz before we hit the town Hands up, hands up she be moving to the sound Ay, ay, ay make the whole club bounce Sicilian sunrise love from the island to the east Arancini in the backseat ramen after we feast Hands up, hands up spin her right around Ay, ay, ay make the whole club bounce [Bridge] From the market in Ortigia to the lights in Shibuya (hey!) She be switching up her language when she whisper “come thru, ya” “Ti vogghiu bene, baby” in my ear so low Then she bow like “arigatou” before she steal my coat (haha) [Chorus] Sicilian sunrise love we don’t ever slow it down Sake in a paper cup spritz before we hit the town Hands up, hands up she be moving to the sound Ay, ay, ay make the whole club bounce Sicilian sunrise love from the island to the east Arancini in the backseat ramen after we feast Hands up, hands up spin her right around Ay, ay, ay make the whole club bounce (bounce)

rap, Bounce-heavy hip-hop with bright Mediterranean synths, nylon guitar chops, and tight trap drums; male vocals, half-rapped half-sung. Verses ride a laid-back swagger, sprinkled with Sicilian and Japanese cultural nods; hook explodes into a sunlit, festival-size chant with stacked gang vocals and playful ad-libs. Short vocal chops and crowd shouts keep the dance-floor energy high from start to finish., male vocals, hip-hop, romantic

Sicilian Sunrise Love