Music Video

Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jerome Farah
Jerome Farah
Keyboards
Kian Brownfield
Kian Brownfield
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jerome Farah
Jerome Farah
Composer
Kian Brownfield
Kian Brownfield
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jerome Farah
Jerome Farah
Producer
Michael O'Connell
Michael O'Connell
Mixing Engineer
Kian Brownfield
Kian Brownfield
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Daddy's gotta go to work (Daddy's work)
Tellin' me I should get a life, man
He say will I ever learn? (Never learn)
He's takin' notes for the wintertime, but
Summer's got me insecure (Insecure)
Outside ain't a friend of mine
The sun and I ain't gonna work (Never work)
'Cause I'm just too afraid to burn
[Verse 2]
Still cold in the summertime
That's why I cry when the sun arrives
Say it's greener on the other side
Maybe I'm just color blind
Hometown's running in a loop
Feelings deeper than a swimming pool
I be feeling like an interlude so
Figure out what you finna do
[Verse 3]
(Ooh, ooh) What you finna do, oh
(Ooh, ooh) What you finna do, oh
(Ooh, ooh) What you finna do, oh
(Ooh, ooh, uh)
[Verse 4]
I just need (I just need) someone (Someone)
To hear me when I'm callin' out
Don't think I'll ever leave the house
Oh, can I be (I be) honest? (Honest)
Their words, they kind of start to hurt
Or maybe that's what I deserve
[Verse 5]
'Cause I'm still cold in the summertimes
That's why I cry when the sun arrives
Say it's greener on the other side
Maybe I'm just color blind
Hometown's running in a loop
Feelings deeper than a swimming pool
I be feeling like an interlude so
Figure out what you finna do
[Verse 6]
(Ooh, ooh) What you finna do, oh
(Ooh, ooh) What you finna do, oh
(Ooh, ooh) What you finna do, oh
(Ooh, ooh) What you finna do, oh
[Verse 7]
(Ooh) summer, summer, summer, summertime) What you finna do, oh
(Ooh) summer, summer, summer, summertime) What you finna do, oh
(Ooh) summer, summer, summer, summertime) What you finna do, oh
(Ooh) summer, summer, summer, summertime
[Verse 8]
I can't believe I left this house
There's people all around me
And the birds are making wounds
The water's looking clear
But I'm too afraid to drown
I think that I should swim
But I prefer on the ground, ground, ground, ground
[Verse 9]
Summer, summer, summer, summertime
Summer, summer, summer, summertime
Summer, summer, summer, summertime
Summer, summer, summer, summertime
Written by: Jerome Farah, Kian Brownfield
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out