Harto Falion, SURF GANG - Cruel Summer lyrics
Harto Falión [Woodbridge, Virginia, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[Harto Falion, SURF GANG - Cruel Summer lyrics]
Tryna find my way out of this
Hell you know I really wanna
Thought that it was good that's how
It turned into a cruel summer
I don't give a fuck and if I
Said I did I didn't wanna
Can't pick up a call until my
Bank look like a phone number
Running through this gas it got me
Feeling like an old Hummer
Acting like you grown but you
Ain't ever even on nothing
Tell me life a movie now this
Shit keep getting dumber than my
Spinach look like Popeye when I pop
Out in that West Summer
Undercover '99, smoking on that '85
Look for all the pieces I
Just had to go reorganize
I been feeling so defined
And getting shorter time
Bitch you better get in line bitch you
Ain't learn to take your time
We all know I'm so damn fried
But y'all be hella burnt
You ain't even certified
You better get some work
Do you even got a job, and I ain't tryna brag
Had to shed a tear and wipe
It off remind me of
Feeling like the Rock I'm walking tall
Bitch I ain't walking back
Looking like I'm talking to a wall
Can't let it blow yo ass
Sitting on the fence cause nowadays
You know I'm hoppin in
Now they bout this shit cause life
Is just so I can
Tryna find my way out of this
Hell you know I really wanna
Thought that it was good that's how
It turned into a cruel summer
I don't give a fuck and if I
Said I did I didn't wanna
Can't pick up a call until my
Bank look like a phone number
Running through this gas it got me
Feeling like an old Hummer
Acting like you grown but you
Ain't ever even on nothing
Tell me life a movie now this
Shit keep getting dumber than my
Spinach look like Popeye when I pop
Out in that West Summer
Hell you know I really wanna
Thought that it was good that's how
It turned into a cruel summer
I don't give a fuck and if I
Said I did I didn't wanna
Can't pick up a call until my
Bank look like a phone number
Running through this gas it got me
Feeling like an old Hummer
Acting like you grown but you
Ain't ever even on nothing
Tell me life a movie now this
Shit keep getting dumber than my
Spinach look like Popeye when I pop
Out in that West Summer
Undercover '99, smoking on that '85
Look for all the pieces I
Just had to go reorganize
I been feeling so defined
And getting shorter time
Bitch you better get in line bitch you
Ain't learn to take your time
We all know I'm so damn fried
But y'all be hella burnt
You ain't even certified
You better get some work
Do you even got a job, and I ain't tryna brag
Had to shed a tear and wipe
It off remind me of
Feeling like the Rock I'm walking tall
Bitch I ain't walking back
Looking like I'm talking to a wall
Can't let it blow yo ass
Sitting on the fence cause nowadays
You know I'm hoppin in
Now they bout this shit cause life
Is just so I can
Tryna find my way out of this
Hell you know I really wanna
Thought that it was good that's how
It turned into a cruel summer
I don't give a fuck and if I
Said I did I didn't wanna
Can't pick up a call until my
Bank look like a phone number
Running through this gas it got me
Feeling like an old Hummer
Acting like you grown but you
Ain't ever even on nothing
Tell me life a movie now this
Shit keep getting dumber than my
Spinach look like Popeye when I pop
Out in that West Summer