Ängie, Harrison First - Summer In The City lyrics
[Ängie, Harrison First - Summer In The City lyrics]
Summer in the city, feel so fucking pretty
But I don't have nowhere to go
Cruising on my bike, feeling fucking tight
But I am so damn alone
The clouds are getting darker
Smiling's getting harder
And I feel so fucking done
No one picks up the phone
Don't know what I did wrong
But guess I'm better off on my own
Skies are blue and so am I
All alone, back on my lines
Roses bloom while I get high
On my own but that's alright
Come on and call me up
You know I'm feeling down
And if you want a taste
Only you on my mind
Summer in the city, feel so fucking pretty
But I don't have nowhere to go
Cruising on my bike, feeling fucking tight
But I am so damn alone
The clouds are getting darker
Smiling's getting harder
And I feel so fucking done
No one picks up the phone
Don't know what I did wrong
But guess I'm better off on my own
I don't know why I keep trying
You say you care, I know you lied
I'm in love with your green eyes
While I'm chewing, fall for mine
Come on and call me up
You know I'm feeling down
And if you want a taste
Only you on my mind
Summer in the city, feel so fucking pretty
But I don't have nowhere to go
Cruising on my bike, feeling fucking tight
But I am so damn alone
The clouds are getting darker
Smiling's getting harder
And I feel so fucking done
No one picks up the phone
Don't know what I did wrong
But guess I'm better off on my own
Guess I'm better off on my own
But I don't have nowhere to go
Cruising on my bike, feeling fucking tight
But I am so damn alone
The clouds are getting darker
Smiling's getting harder
And I feel so fucking done
No one picks up the phone
Don't know what I did wrong
But guess I'm better off on my own
Skies are blue and so am I
All alone, back on my lines
Roses bloom while I get high
On my own but that's alright
Come on and call me up
You know I'm feeling down
And if you want a taste
Only you on my mind
Summer in the city, feel so fucking pretty
But I don't have nowhere to go
Cruising on my bike, feeling fucking tight
But I am so damn alone
The clouds are getting darker
Smiling's getting harder
And I feel so fucking done
No one picks up the phone
Don't know what I did wrong
But guess I'm better off on my own
I don't know why I keep trying
You say you care, I know you lied
I'm in love with your green eyes
While I'm chewing, fall for mine
Come on and call me up
You know I'm feeling down
And if you want a taste
Only you on my mind
Summer in the city, feel so fucking pretty
But I don't have nowhere to go
Cruising on my bike, feeling fucking tight
But I am so damn alone
The clouds are getting darker
Smiling's getting harder
And I feel so fucking done
No one picks up the phone
Don't know what I did wrong
But guess I'm better off on my own
Guess I'm better off on my own
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