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letra de summer's call - s.t.d

[verse 1: s.t.d]
summer’s here again, you know what that means
more plain excuses of no baseball dreams
i mean f-ck off dumb b-tch, don’t need you to intervene
still reping kpd, still more crazy than obscene
my family’s r-t-rded, so i have the d-ld- team
still bumping the old sh-t i made when i was fourteen
now sixteen and i’m g-y, now let’s go outside and play
and i’ll keep blasting tank like it’s the month after may
yea the month after may, sweet june in the afternoon
then stay up way too late, and simply stare at the moon
thinking maybe someday, i’ll be there some time soon
don’t underestimate how i really make these tunes
i’m not brezzy not fake, not wearing g-y costumes
he’s the type i consume, cause i need some elbow room
before you judge my d-ck, please just get to know my d-ck
and f-ck off with bullsh-t, just rape girls like my bro rick

[hook]
summer’s here, but it’s different this year
like a mirror, you can’t escape your fears
i remember thinking this is d-mn funny
like there’s no way i’ll make any f-cking money
summer’s calling, and this time it won’t be censored
summer’s calling, and this time i won’t answer

[verse 2: s.t.d]
despite against some, summer’s my favorite time of the year
now it takes me back to times that make me show all my tears
f-ck summer man, but yet christmas depression sucks man
i don’t understand, watching school blow away like a fan
is this what i am? the same man that my father began
thinking that i ran, don’t want to beat girls with my bare hands
i need this summer, and no this time i didn’t stutter
want to f-ck a b-tch, but keep my mind out of the gutter
sh-t no f-ck that b-tch, lube up my dad with some bar b-tter
that pale hairy -ss will be eaten tonight along with supper
and drink some fresh milk that i just milked from my g-y mother
another summer, another beach boys blasting good time
gotta keep trying to keep the last great four months alive
striving to survive, writing experiences in a rhyme
so f-ck you summer, this time your f-cking -ss will be mine
you don’t control me, b-tch i f-cking control the sunshine

[hook]
summer’s here, but it’s different this year
like a mirror, you can’t escape your fears
i remember thinking this is d-mn funny
like there’s no way, i’ll make any f-cking money
summer’s calling, and this time it won’t be censored
summer’s calling, and this time i won’t answer

summer’s calling, and this time it won’t be censored
summer’s calling, and this time i won’t answer
summer’s calling, and this time it won’t be censored
summer’s calling, and this time i won’t answer
summer’s calling, and this time it won’t be censored
summer’s calling, and this time i won’t answer

- s t d

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