Ain't No Tomato 🎶

We met through Selleste, can't remember the night

On account of being totally impaired, right?

OG Trini crew - Kelly, Cel, Val, and you

Carnival sisters, the wildest crew

You did my logo for Maraloma store

Now you come to "shop" but take wine, nothing more

Hours disappear while we lime and laugh

Midday drinkies while civilians work their craft

I'm the weed smoker, you're the wine queen

Most hilarious combo you've ever seen

But when I drink with you, it all goes wrong

Projectile vomit before too long!

Ain't no tomato! Ain't no tomato!

That massive white block, size of a fruit though!

Ain't no tomato! Ain't no tomato!

Expected a bag, got shocked, whoa!

Ain't no tomato! Ain't no tomato!

Cartagena fruit shop, you already know!

Ain't no tomato! Ain't no tomato!

Colombia calling for your fortieth show!

Dayna kicks you and James out when it's late

But I want to stay, I want to celebrate

Late nights at our house, substances flow

You, me, James, and Dayna, that's the show

Remember Cartagena 2024?

Botero sculptures, mounting and more!

Planking, glamour poses, near nudity on display

Blurry photos posted then removed the next day!

Hell beans, we all remember those

But nothing beats Dayna's ball's kicking episode

Rainbow of cup, scotch, and ice on the floor

We ran off rasping, laughing hardcore!

"Control your woman!" was the invitation

To violence, Sophie, what a situation!

Hyenas laughing, we agreed it was deserved

Most cinematic moment ever observed!

Your boobs always make an appearance, we're delighted

Collecting you from All Out after someone got smited

Smashed a pig in the face with a drink, not criminal

Violence condoned when deserved, that's the principle!

Ain't no tomato! Ain't no tomato!

That massive white block, size of a fruit though!

Ain't no tomato! Ain't no tomato!

Expected a bag, got shocked, whoa!

Ain't no tomato! Ain't no tomato!

Cartagena fruit shop, you already know!

Ain't no tomato! Ain't no tomato!

Colombia calling for your fortieth show!

Remember Jeremy Scoon's bathroom in peak filth?

How did we breathe that oxygen, what stealth!

That nasty couch of his, we survived

Devouring that massive white tomato, we thrived!

Bachelorette night, you passed out in style

Bed of massive dildos and handcuffs for a while

British bodies strewn all over my floor

Three single high heels, never found their owners for sure!

If I feel for a drink, just a shot will do

White Oak from your glass, borrowed from you

But mostly I'm smoking while you're on the wine

You can't moderate volume, but that's fine!

You're a wild horse, immaculate and groomed

Those mile-long legs can trample, zoom!

Kick and stomp with precision and force

Sophie, you're unstoppable, of course!

Ain't no tomato! Ain't no tomato!

That massive white block, size of a fruit though!

Ain't no tomato! Ain't no tomato!

Expected a bag, got shocked, whoa!

Ain't no tomato! Ain't no tomato!

Cartagena fruit shop, you already know!

Ain't no tomato! Ain't no tomato!

Colombia's waiting for your fortieth glow!

Forty years, Sophie, here's to you

Hard working, sexy, sharp as they come too

Survivor, unrelenting, exceptional sight

Can never pull wool over your eyes, right!

Late-night agent of chaos, that's your mode

Egging on bullshit before you explode

Knocking out while James powers through

Val and Sophie, forever true!

You taught me pills in the bum, what a gift

Inspired my nails, gave my style a lift

Skin care, plastic surgery, bio hacks we discuss

Ain't no tomato, but there's always us!

Ain't no tomato... (echo)

Ain't no tomato... (accordion flourish)

Colombia's calling... (fade)

For your fortieth show! (final percussion hit)