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It’s a banana eclipse
So lemon-lime, so lemon-lime
Never-ending banana clips
Firing through my nerves
So lemon-lime, so lemon-lime to the lips
Banana eclipse, banana clips, banana eclipse

I’m a flat bill wearer
And today the banana eclipse starts a New Era
My bill’s dollar green
And the top’s clementine
I was born a tropical storm
But I peeled away from the stop sign
And I’m hitting on all cylinders through lime lights
Firing like ammunition from everlasting banana clips
Thermals, waves and ridge lift
Hitting the speed to fly
I become a hurricane on the runway
My hair is waving but I’m not parting
Not saying goodbyes
And when I run out of what’s left in the tank
I’ll bust out my arms
And clip another magazine off my banana tree
Under a banana eclipse on the farm

Under a banana eclipse
So lemon-lime, so lemon-lime
Never-ending banana clips
Firing through my nerves
So lemon-lime, so lemon-lime to the lips
Banana eclipse, banana clips, banana eclipse

I know metaphors and similes confuse
Here’s the story in colors’ shoes
I’ll keep going while it’s green
Not stopping until the yellow sun
Has set for the banana-shaped moon
The more RPM’s will get you
Diamonds and I’m gold
Cause I’ve been All Read from the start line
The applause is written in bold
And the end tastes so lemon-lime
Lemon-lime, my style’s no lie
You can joke and laugh
It’s fueling me
The shoes and flat bill don’t clash
My ID’s are green and clementine
My soul is All Read
I strike a red tip match
On my soles and flash
Comes a hurricane, a hurricane
I hope you’re not colorblind – firing
You’re gun powder for these banana clips
Propelling me further to lemon-lime, lemon-lime

Under a banana eclipse
So lemon-lime, so lemon-lime
Never-ending banana clips
Firing through my nerves
So lemon-lime, so lemon-lime to the lips
Banana eclipse, banana clips, banana eclipse

When the wind is low
He’s a soldier
But he exhaled and got windblown
Swept into Tampa Bay from the pier
Taken out to sea caught in a Hurricane
He turned into a Buccaneer
Don’t you worry, it’s gravy
Cowboy guns and Pirate swords
Aren’t like the Army and Navy
They’re all plastic like my watch
It’s waterproof in bad weather
When I’m diving finding treasure
It reads my time and altitude
And I got the words if you got the noise
Let me hear your attitude
At one-ninety-four decibels
You better have more yams with you
I’m going to beat the World Clock by a decimal
While you’re dozing in another Time Zone
Cause I’m going to the fridge
And I’m not hungry, I’m just bored
Making money, money
Peeling clementines my way
To surf on champagne waves on the runway
To the top of the podium
Under a banana eclipse
So lemon-lime, so lemon-lime

Under a banana eclipse
So lemon-lime, so lemon-lime
Never-ending banana clips
Firing through my nerves
So lemon-lime, so lemon-lime to the lips
Banana eclipse, banana clips, banana eclipse

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