Sicilian Sunrise Love

[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