This is a song about "Five secnds of summer"

Dreams of a better life might get me through this cruel summer/

At least i'd be stable, yeah, slightly less popular

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

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

The temp of your blood will rise, hotter than the summer time.

It's half past five and i'm the seven that six was afraid of

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Chill son, five more minutes

The youngest of my mother kids

No ho, acquainted with the floor

And five days later, maybe more

Or something that you paid for

Spring, fall, winter, and summer

At bunker hill hot summer,

That damier bag i bought her