why is there a naked chick here
because writers always need a naked chick while we paint
youre not a real writer if you dont have 72 naked bitches in your backpack at all times
Summer Blues - Coolroy
summer blues girl, i can’t get enough of you.
but you don’t know what to do.
you think you’re too old, i think you’re just right.
fall in love, baby girl we just might.
see we a perfect match.
shawty, we on fire.
and i just wanna take you higher.
is that alright? why won’t you let me?
are you afraid of heights? or are you just not ready?
man, every time my phone ring i pray that it’s you.
i would chop my arm off to see your face for a few.
it’s not an issue, knew you was the one once i kissed you.
but i don’t understand, what you think i’m gon diss you?
baby, i’d rather wrap my hands around a pistol.
and take my own life before i use love against you.
but you don’t see that, maybe you don’t want to.
baby, i need that, it’s way past “i want you.”
i still remember the first time that i saw you.
i couldn’t point out a flaw if i tried hard to.
you’re that perfect, why don’t you believe me?
driving me crazy, pass me the keys please?
pull over and share this glass of riesling.
we can conversate, we can discuss feelings.
like how you send my heart through the ceiling.
or every time you come around, i start overheating.
i’m standing right here, why don’t you see me?
damnit, why don’t you see me?
and it seems, the warmer the sun is.
the further your love gets.
maybe i’ll have better luck in the spring.
but what am i supposed to do til then?
cuz right now i can’t think of a thing, no, i can’t think of a thing.
and if it don’t work or if i’m wrong.
i guess you blame my heart for it all.
cuz you know what they say.
the bigger they are, baby the harder they fall.
said if it don’t work, i guess you blame my heart for it all.
the bigger they are, baby the harder they fall.
summer blues, summer blues.
