swimming.
April, May, June, that's the color of my hometown
Y'all can find me chillin' in my garden, lying facedown
Or maybe with my baby by the lake, and a triple crown
Yellow paved lines keep me safe while I drive around
Mime on the beat like
Click Ableton Push, I'm feeling fresh
Like an Irish Spring, so my wrist clean
I wish you'd see what I mean
Blast on the beat like ding dong
System turned on
Noise around me like birdsong
Ever consider you heard wrong
This is the part where I come in and murder them
Always on top cause my vibe is impervious
Bro take a seat cause I feel like I'm serving ya
Fresh out the class cause the books are for learning, the
Car outta gas cause the wheels are for turning, the
Boys of the grass cause the mindset is hurting, so
Get off the train, this is oil we're burning
Oil we're burning like dominoes
Straight to your ears like audio
I switch up the pace like I switch up my flows
One on another like ratios
I'm sorry, I'm sorry - was that on the nose
Half of these lyrics just come off the dome
I know that I never can run with the pros
But sometimes in life, that's just how it goes
I just wanna see you someday
Maybe I can see you on Sunday, and
We can lay together under fallen stars and moonlit trees
Arm around your waist as we sway in the gentle breeze
April, May, June, that's the color of my hometown
Y'all can find me chillin' in my garden, lying facedown
Or maybe with my baby by the lake, and a triple crown
Yellow paved lines keep me safe while I drive around
I want you on my timeline
Y'all can find me chillin' in my garden, lying facedown
Or maybe with my baby by the lake, and a triple crown
Yellow paved lines keep me safe while I drive around
Mime on the beat like
Click Ableton Push, I'm feeling fresh
Like an Irish Spring, so my wrist clean
I wish you'd see what I mean
Blast on the beat like ding dong
System turned on
Noise around me like birdsong
Ever consider you heard wrong
This is the part where I come in and murder them
Always on top cause my vibe is impervious
Bro take a seat cause I feel like I'm serving ya
Fresh out the class cause the books are for learning, the
Car outta gas cause the wheels are for turning, the
Boys of the grass cause the mindset is hurting, so
Get off the train, this is oil we're burning
Oil we're burning like dominoes
Straight to your ears like audio
I switch up the pace like I switch up my flows
One on another like ratios
I'm sorry, I'm sorry - was that on the nose
Half of these lyrics just come off the dome
I know that I never can run with the pros
But sometimes in life, that's just how it goes
I just wanna see you someday
Maybe I can see you on Sunday, and
We can lay together under fallen stars and moonlit trees
Arm around your waist as we sway in the gentle breeze
April, May, June, that's the color of my hometown
Y'all can find me chillin' in my garden, lying facedown
Or maybe with my baby by the lake, and a triple crown
Yellow paved lines keep me safe while I drive around
I want you on my timeline
Credits
Writer(s): Matt Suttmeier
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