Текст песни
Your face is twisted
I thought you were heaven gifted
Truth decayed to fakeness
And through all the shit I sifted
I really thought you had my back
Now, you're acting whack
A certified heart attack
I probably shouldn't, but fuck what I should do
If I go over, baby, can I spend the night with you
Can I get high with you? Do the most with you
Snort a line of molly off a Pacman ghost with you
I met you in the SUMMER, BOY
Big bummer, didn't see ya till October
We weren't sober cuz we're wild; now, it's over
Our deck is runnin' lower
At least we played a perfect game of poker
You were such a good gunner, boy
Big bummer that you shot me down from Heaven
Now that you got me on the planet, what's the lesson
You coulda been my lover
Best if we just leave it in the SUMMER, BOY
Love is a conspiracy, and I know that you're in on it
Sometimes you remind me of this stupid boy I met
He was cute, kinda fit, but a narcissist
He led me on, let me down, so I was over it
He ghosted me, I roasted him
We talked some shit, end up in bed
Now in my head
We're running races to the end
But in reality, you're running to the door
Instead of giving more
Guess I'll take the fuckin' hint
I met you in the SUMMER, BOY
Big bummer, didn't see ya till October
We weren't sober cuz we're wild; now, it's over
Our deck is runnin' lower
At least we played a perfect game of poker
You were such a good gunner, boy
Big bummer that you shot me down from Heaven
Now that you got me on the planet, what's the lesson
You coulda been my lover
Best if we just leave it in the SUMMER, BOY
I wrote (Rode) on it
Took some mushrooms just to cope with it
Fell through a couple rabbit holes
But I just go with it
I found out that love is