This is a song about "5 seconds of summer"

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Haters are lame, and they sloppy as seconds

When i'm with you, hours feel like seconds.

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

The type of nigga we trip up and leave for 5-oh

I left for one summer,

You gon' tip her

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

I can't wait for summer; i might just so see a preacher, with all of them giving me anxiety

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

I can't wait for summer, i might just so see a preacher, with all of them giving me anxiety

At bunker hill hot summer,

You know...you know who you are