I’ve got a short stack on me And I’m wasting days
Like Im the last one running To not be swept away
They always check our ratings Its become mundane
Now Im the last one running To not be swept away
Away, I wanna get away
I’m terrified to say her name when August comes around
Summer slaughter up the block tells me that it’s here Summer sun brings the smell of death so near
You got wasted on me When I felt undone
In the early morning Throwing up your fun Its addicting honey You’re like me
Getting wasted on it Waking up to say
Im frayed
I wanna get away
Im terrified to say her name When august comes around
Summer slaughter up the block tells me that its here Summer sun brings the smell of death so near Bring it back I dont wanna stay anyway
Summer sun always taking me away
