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about
summer and that
lyrics
Start the chilled party in the days sun
Get set go mad, and when they come
We're gonna get shots, blast it with a ray gun
Mess it all up like the New Day's face run
Sipping on a 4% beverage,
Have a scran before the spirits just for leverage
Tonights just the start of it, wanna be a part of it
Wear something tight girls, lads wear your smarter shit
Gotta get my shit up, turn it up and rip up
Spit the hottest shit until these cigarettes are lit up
And imma take a break, we can grab a couple beers outside
Spend the last few minutes here until the stage time
Feel the heat feel the crowd bout to run this under the blue skies
Show the bloke my sticker neck some liquor from the hip flask on my side
Oh oh oh, we're talking half and half in my cup
Talking hands in the sky get high up singing
Oh oh oh oh
We're gonna see you end up a disgrace
See you get fucked up in this place we singing
Said we just tryna turn it up for ya
Said we just tryna turn it up for ya
Now everytime that I be getting the ball to roll before you roll home
Everytime I rip a verse a new hole like the ozone
Everytime I learn a word in Spanish, send you loco
And everytime I get your head nodding like fo sho
Got the sickest mic in black and white to let me chat shite louder
No problems with weed but I ain't fucking with powder
Grab another quarter pounder with the voucher or maybe get two
Still ain't wasting my time, living life like we want to
But yo we bout to go ham, club later for sure
You selling me melody but you telling me that's what I'm looking for
DJ all about bass dropping first track spaceman
Dude in front acting like a first class wasteman
Thinking he's the high definition biggest joke all day
You barely 720p man I'm 4K
Pop no shapes but throwing shade, leaving lonely
If you tryna drag me down, only shows that you're below me
Lads get their guns out girls get their buns out
Music turns up get drunk when the suns out
And when it goes down we stay loud
Get your asses off the seats and your feet off the ground
Oh oh oh, we're talking half and half in my cup
Talking hands in the sky get high up singing
Oh oh oh oh
We're gonna see you end up a disgrace
See you get fucked up in this place we singing
Said we just tryna turn it up for ya
Said we just tryna turn it up for ya
We mixing liquors make a brutal concoction
Barely walk around ain't leaving till you got some
Ring your mate and tell them down here's the only option
The hardest call since Emma Stone, Roberts or Watson
We mixing liquors make a brutal concoction
Barely walk around ain't leaving till you got some
Ring your mate and tell them down here's the only option
The hardest call since Emma Stone, Roberts or Watson
Oh oh oh, we're talking half and half in my cup
Talking hands in the sky get high up singing
Oh oh oh oh
We're gonna see you end up a disgrace
See you get fucked up in this place we singing
Said we just tryna turn it up for ya
Said we just tryna turn it up for ya
Oh oh oh, we're talking half and half in my cup
Talking hands in the sky get high up singing
Oh oh oh oh
We're seeing people go down they write offs
Triple vod and coke'll sack you right off we singing
Said we just tryna turn it up for ya
Said we just tryna turn it up for ya
credits
released May 5, 2016
everything - vil
chorus vocals - ellie moulton
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