The new year's getting older, the February rose is withered away
The sun keeps getting closer, it's like getting a little slower everyday
oh, it’s getting louder at the lights, music clashing in the streets
Moon shining on the parking lot dolls,
tan legs at night, sliding out of the seer, stilettos at the crosswalk
I graduated but every year in May, I get that school’s out feeling
I feel it creepin’ and every day’s a weekend and I’m drownin’ in the freedom
Blame it on the bikinis, party girls and martinis and the sunshine
private school daughters who never go in the water keeping their hair just right
I know in September, I’m gon’ remember how much I love her
i’m single for the su-uh-uh-uh, single for the summer.
I’ve gone off the deep end, the company I’m keeping is messing me up
The good girl’s are home sleepin’ while I’m out creepin’ til the sun comes up
Oh, I’ve got my phone face down and my hair combed back, riding around getting good at the game
Saying the wrong things right, chasing midtown girls holding hands and forgetting their names
I graduated but every year in May, I get that school’s out feeling
Don’t want to leave her, pretend I’m not a cheater and I can’t help leavin’
Blame it on the bikinis, party girls and martinis and the sunshine
private school daughters who never go in the water keeping their hair just right
I know in September, I’m gon’ remember how much I love her
i’m single for the su-uh-uh-uh, single for the summer.
Ohoa
Ohoa
All of these pretty young things can make you forget a goodbye said
Try make a good guy bad
Blame it on the bikinis, party girls and martinis and the sunshine
private school daughters who never go in the water keeping their hair just right
I know in September, I’m gon’ remember how much I love her
I’m single for the su-uh-uh-uh, single for the summer.
I’m single for the su-uh-uh-uh, single for the summer.
Instrumental
daylight
Why do I love all of these city girls?
Why do I love all of these city girls?
Why do I love all of these city girls with pretty eyes down on Demonbreun?
Brokenhearted rich girls, debutante, the small town runaway?
All dolled up at the bar with debit cards?
They don’t know how pretty they are
City girls, city girls…
Instrumental
Cussin’ the daylight
Oh-oh-oh
Daylight
It tastes like morning…
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