Cold Summer (feat. Saturn)

Geeked as fuck I'ma get into the bag Cold summer, hour timer on the fan

Paying now, budget coming in the past When it boomerang back, don't be mad

Waiting on the world, relay on the pack Giddy in the club, horseshoes on my ass

Eating Her she love, sugar rush and crash System metal, her tongue tastes like sour rice

Confidential files, but you need to stab at Up to nothing good, yellowed out on snapchat

I need current brim, fuck the summer I had Climbing out of this, like a stock on attack

I got your big mouth, ripping to win it again I got my weapon wheel on cue, clicking it right in

I spin, ultra killing, god calling, all I need is a wish

Combo hitting 30x, scar and S in the bin See the rank in decline, when all I want is to win

Keep a problem in spite of how it gets in my wits Keep a problem inside, that's how I try to live

Keep it under the boards, let the heartache begin

Lot of loss on screen, lead applies to corrosion Sunk into the seat, holy smoke is blowing

This is the same bed you've kept Years pass so long at the catch of a breath

This is the same city you've met Retrace your steps to the bitterest death

Life's such a thing, it's wickedly safe Dangerous, sometimes the next door to break