Summer Slaughter

I’ve got a short stack on me And I’m wasting days

Like Im the last one running

To not be swept away

They always check our ratings

Its become mundane

Now Im the last one running

To not be swept away

Away, I wanna get away

I’m terrified to say her name when august comes around

Summer slaughter up the block tells me that it’s here

Summer sun brings the smell of death so near

You got wasted on me

When I felt undone In the early morning

Throwing up your fun

Its addicting honey

You’re like me

Getting wasted on it

Waking up to say

Im frayed

I wanna get away

Im terrified to say her name when august comes around

Summer slaughter up the block tells me that its here

Summer sun brings the smell of death so near

Bring it back I don't wanna stay anyway

Summer sun always taking me away