Bus stop bench She cries Rocking back and forth Noone really knows why Lost her job Lost her kids And her home Sometimes when it rains it fucking pours
my chance with you. Now last year's summer romance, Is this year's winter blues. I treated you so nicely, To jewellery, and champagne, But you left me empty handed
my chance with you Now last year?s summer romance Is this year?s winter blues I treated you so nicely To jewelry and champagne But you left me empty handed
: broken hearts and torn up letters girl you just can't dance forever if you wanna make it better hands are in her pockets and she's scared to look
was the summer of the riots And London sat in sweltering heat And the gangs of Mini Coopers Took the battle to the streets But when the creed was handed
all is said and done I'm on mute, hard face, a smokung gun just last us another summer And are we on for another, are we on for another summer? Let
of gasoline in the summer heat Boy, we're going way too fast It's all too sweet to last It's alright And I put myself in his hands But I hold on to
captains lost our city now we gotta get it back I'm on top nigga, you can take it how you wanna But ain't nothin impress me for the last three summers
you with your snorkel on, bitch, breathe out of there Whole team rich, never seen a summer like this Baking hot, and you can sled ride down my wrist, neck and hand
a patent leather shine He came into my life and made the living fine And gave a meaning to this empty world of mine He fills my heart He fills my heart
, there's no legacy for you now Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow The crops we grew last summer weren
smell of gasoline in the summer heat Boy, we're going way too fast It's all too sweet to last It's alright and I put myself in his hands But I hold
making shapes with our hands I take my finger turn into a pen Then I run my hand down your spine You guess, I wrote somethin' profound Something like "Our love will last
there's no legacy for you now Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow The crops we grew last summer weren't
