Bummer Summer
She want a mansion
Like damn forget to mention
She's been workin for her daddy
Got a room over the ocean
She want
She want sangria
When she floating in the sea and
Blacking out by 3
Like baby girl i'll see yuh
I'll see you back at home
When we takin off our clothes
She quote 10 things i hate about you
Girl that's something i relate to
Keep it on the low
Your boyfriend he don't know
You rock that louie v
Like baby you and me
Yea the bottles keep pouring
Until it's 4 in the morning
Yea we livin like it's free
Yea we don't know where we are going
She want Venice in the summer
Yea sangria on the beach
Livin hot girl bummer summer
Rock the salty hair bleached
She's like nice boys don't kiss like that
Show me how you thinking yea
I could use the practice
Like girl you're so damn genuine
Like the bag your makeups in
Tell me all your secrets
At the sunset top Mulholland yea
Like tell me where to go
You had me at hello
She talkin' shades of grey
She freaky like a friday
Baby take it slow
Never done before
Like her lovin' like her cigarettes
No filter, rough, at 2 am
Yea the bottles keep pouring
Until it's 4 in the morning
Yea we livin like it's free
Yea we don't know where we are going
She want Venice in the summer
Yea sangria on the beach
Livin hot girl bummer summer
Rock the salty hair bleached
Like damn forget to mention
She's been workin for her daddy
Got a room over the ocean
She want
She want sangria
When she floating in the sea and
Blacking out by 3
Like baby girl i'll see yuh
I'll see you back at home
When we takin off our clothes
She quote 10 things i hate about you
Girl that's something i relate to
Keep it on the low
Your boyfriend he don't know
You rock that louie v
Like baby you and me
Yea the bottles keep pouring
Until it's 4 in the morning
Yea we livin like it's free
Yea we don't know where we are going
She want Venice in the summer
Yea sangria on the beach
Livin hot girl bummer summer
Rock the salty hair bleached
She's like nice boys don't kiss like that
Show me how you thinking yea
I could use the practice
Like girl you're so damn genuine
Like the bag your makeups in
Tell me all your secrets
At the sunset top Mulholland yea
Like tell me where to go
You had me at hello
She talkin' shades of grey
She freaky like a friday
Baby take it slow
Never done before
Like her lovin' like her cigarettes
No filter, rough, at 2 am
Yea the bottles keep pouring
Until it's 4 in the morning
Yea we livin like it's free
Yea we don't know where we are going
She want Venice in the summer
Yea sangria on the beach
Livin hot girl bummer summer
Rock the salty hair bleached
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Writer(s): David Carlin, Chris Curran
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