Summer’s here
Tell your friends
The Sun is out
And now screw his stressing
Down the street
In your car
This thing don’t run too well
I don’t think we’ll go far
And I don’t have a plan
Just sitting in the sand
Hoping this will all work out
As times run out
Riding down
The full libón
I think I left my lacks on Jerico’s backyard
The water warms
The sky is blue
Last on my mind
Need to gasoline it through
And I don’t have a plan
Just sitting in the sand
Hoping this will all work out
As times run out
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