Arrest Me
What is summer
I mean I could say the cliche thing about summer
And that summer is about fun and no school and the beach
You know the basic concepts,
But then I would be bullshitting
See summer is filled with fun, heartbreaks, and bad habits
Arrest me
Cuz' I might pull the trigger if you let me
Broken hearted always feeling like I'm empty
I swear to god, I swear to god don't ever test me
Cuz' it get sketchy here
Da Da
I poke her face, I poker face like Lady Gaga
I'm getting high, I'm gettin' faded of that ganja
I swing my dreads, I swing my dreads like I'm a Rasta
Cuz' we don't give a fuck 'round here
Okay, ready shoot, then aim
Oh my God I need my space
Just because I keep my distance don't mean that I'm acting strange
I lied and said I'm sorry
I pulled up to that party
I ain't know you was there but all the homies said you saw me
Acting friendly
With a new bitch 'cross the street her name was becky
Nah I lied I made that up I'm being petty
All the homies said your eyes lit up with envy
I think it's sexy babe
You had your hair tied up, big ol' sweatshirt, and baggy jeans
Oh my God, oh my God you should show me what's underneath
'365' is the vibe when we makin' a movie scene
We livin' inside a dream
We keepin' it up to speed
Arrest me
Cuz' I might pull the trigger if you let me
I'm so fucked up in the head and I feel empty
I swear to God, I swear to God don't try to test me
Cuz' it get sketchy here
I heard that you cried cuz' it's over
And I heard that you cried on his shoulder
Oh I'm so tired of waiting
So say goodbye to greatness
I look you in your face when I say it, just let me say it
I'm like fuck you
I remember all them days that I would fuck you
I was hearin' all the rumors in the lunch room
Oh baby, I wish this was something you could undo
But now it's fuck you
Arrest me
Cuz' I might pull the trigger if you let me
Broken hearted always feeling like I'm empty
I swear to god, I swear to god don't ever test me
Cuz' it get sketchy here
Da Da
I poke her face, I poker face like Lady Gaga
I'm gettin' high, I'm gettin' faded of that ganja
I swing my dreads, I swing my dreads like I'm a Rasta
Cuz' we don't give a fuck 'round here
Give a fuck 'round here
Cuz' we don't give a fuck 'round here
Cuz' we don't give a fuck 'round here
Cuz' we don't, cuz' we don't give a fuck 'round here
I mean I could say the cliche thing about summer
And that summer is about fun and no school and the beach
You know the basic concepts,
But then I would be bullshitting
See summer is filled with fun, heartbreaks, and bad habits
Arrest me
Cuz' I might pull the trigger if you let me
Broken hearted always feeling like I'm empty
I swear to god, I swear to god don't ever test me
Cuz' it get sketchy here
Da Da
I poke her face, I poker face like Lady Gaga
I'm getting high, I'm gettin' faded of that ganja
I swing my dreads, I swing my dreads like I'm a Rasta
Cuz' we don't give a fuck 'round here
Okay, ready shoot, then aim
Oh my God I need my space
Just because I keep my distance don't mean that I'm acting strange
I lied and said I'm sorry
I pulled up to that party
I ain't know you was there but all the homies said you saw me
Acting friendly
With a new bitch 'cross the street her name was becky
Nah I lied I made that up I'm being petty
All the homies said your eyes lit up with envy
I think it's sexy babe
You had your hair tied up, big ol' sweatshirt, and baggy jeans
Oh my God, oh my God you should show me what's underneath
'365' is the vibe when we makin' a movie scene
We livin' inside a dream
We keepin' it up to speed
Arrest me
Cuz' I might pull the trigger if you let me
I'm so fucked up in the head and I feel empty
I swear to God, I swear to God don't try to test me
Cuz' it get sketchy here
I heard that you cried cuz' it's over
And I heard that you cried on his shoulder
Oh I'm so tired of waiting
So say goodbye to greatness
I look you in your face when I say it, just let me say it
I'm like fuck you
I remember all them days that I would fuck you
I was hearin' all the rumors in the lunch room
Oh baby, I wish this was something you could undo
But now it's fuck you
Arrest me
Cuz' I might pull the trigger if you let me
Broken hearted always feeling like I'm empty
I swear to god, I swear to god don't ever test me
Cuz' it get sketchy here
Da Da
I poke her face, I poker face like Lady Gaga
I'm gettin' high, I'm gettin' faded of that ganja
I swing my dreads, I swing my dreads like I'm a Rasta
Cuz' we don't give a fuck 'round here
Give a fuck 'round here
Cuz' we don't give a fuck 'round here
Cuz' we don't give a fuck 'round here
Cuz' we don't, cuz' we don't give a fuck 'round here
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Writer(s): Maqel Colon
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