Aloha to Gotham from the salty city,
Where the angels descend and the citrus is pretty,
The flights go year round and the drinks mate with mischief
For a full cocktail bad vibes shall be sifted
The bitter the sweet the new friends you meet
Not shaken nor stirred just desserts upside down
Rain into tubs and hotels in gold gowns
Rose petaled sunshine and shops with dark doors
Velvet exteriors and crocodiles in moores
Technicolored waves and wooden surf boards,
Smiling kids and writing stories of yore,
Backstreets and back seats
Brick stacks and mad beats
Fuck, this is what we’ve been waiting for. 💀
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