Doloman - everything will be okay

Twelve Month Summer

Hey
Welcome to
Everything will be okay
And hello

You fucked up, fucked up

Yeah baby, you're fucked up
You really fucked up, fucked up
Yeah baby, you're fucked up

Fresh up out the microwave, fresh up out the gutter
You could call me tidal wave, why?
Climate change, kidding, ask your mother
You couldn't rock my Nikes or walk a mile up in my dunks
I've been the nicest with this rhymin' shit, why?
I'm a stunner, a prima donna
We heat it up and then

Couldn't be me, couldn't been me
Couldn't be me, no, no
Couldn't be me, no

Yeah, you fucked up, fucked up
Yeah baby, you're fucked up now

I said it's summer for twelve months now
Summer for twelve months now, yeah
It's hot hot, hot hot
Fall in love, then fall out, fall down
This shit tough love, fucked up
Oh God, I think we fucked up now

Couldn't be me, couldn't been me
Couldn't be me, no, no
Couldn't be me, no

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Writer(s): Travis Lejune
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