Ill as a blood born pathogen to the killed
Tongues hanging out like dogs in the middle of august
I made up my mind, on 24th august i was gonna tell her.
Me i never call em back, she said that y’all go together
Hotter than camel toe on the first of august
You the party baby i'm just the guest list
I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her
August and september, and by the start of october
Come august seventeen i'll be living the dream,
The bitches is everything in between
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