This is a song about "Five seconds of summer sucks"

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

Good kids make bad grown ups

Bubbles and drains, it sucks

We vegetables, on them record labels

Rhyming way too much, god this rap sucks

Haters are lame, and they sloppy as seconds

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Over, sloppy seconds is my preference

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

At like the age of five making power points creative slides i never really had to

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

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

Destined to win, get respect where i live

Every day from 9 to five