[Verse 1] My eyes open on a warm summer day In a hotel suite next to the Atlantic beach Outside I am greeted by a nice man Praising the flowers planted on a traffic island Direct my steps to the basketball court A couple surfers and locals playing four on four I got next, my team is a chick that came over From work during her break on a pink and white motorroller Our center is a 6'9" tall stiff Now it's us or a trio of tourists We take the game 13 to 11 I proceed down to the beach to get some rest then Guess who pops up? The working woman again Now we playin' beach tennis with four of her friends I get back to the hotel in the eve Memories of a trip to Tenerife... These are my Maritime Dreams... [Verse 2] It's the February carnival Goats get plunged in the water, I'm at the port to view After that get some fish and papas arrugadas Chattin' with the chicharreros till they bring the tapas So at peace like I never was - And never have been after that, I gotta go back, cause Who knows, maybe one day I'll live there In a small finca, playing in the Gold League Watching CD in the stadium, with my kids, bruh Hmm... yeah... that'd be life Eating healthy, chillin' on the beach, me and my wife Visitin' the Loro Parque, say hello to the sharks What can I say man, I love this place Nothing could compare, I ain't went in a decade But still would know my way around there Like it's my second home, I'd probably bring my friends along But first things first, my Spanish is rusty Money too short, but I'll get that, trust me This is what "The Fuel" was about I'm still in the queue, paying my dues, giving my shouts I'm told, I'm the future, a prospect A 7 year journey, I ain't seen the top yet I guess all in due time... I'm just patiently staying on the grind... tryin' to take it easy...