@fad1's Review of Cyril E. King Airport - Charlotte Amalie, U.S. Virgin Islands

This shit feel like Friday nights. This shit made me feel alive. I feel like we in paradise. Paradise. Paradise. Don't know if it's a drink I pour. But I swear I've never loved you more. Make you right here back from the line. We're more here than we can fly. I'm feelin' it, my head's where the ceiling is This energy turns nice into memory Count up the bands, you been workin' all summer X didn't know what he had with a bummer Unsecured people turn to insecure lovers But my drink is almost out and I'm about to pour another Just let it out The night has just begun, we on a level now If I get too fucked up, promise you'll hold me down Yeah, just that shit Well, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to St. Thomas.