​august

[Verse]
Its's August, its's raining, it's pouring
Too much for the lady, she forfeit
This green make my way through the forest
Writing garbage and shit for a chorus
Facetimes are building a portrait
Someday I'll be whipping in foreigns
Smoking some spliffys out in the orbit
I'd show some feelings, but I ain't really important, yeah
I ain't really important

[Chorus]
Fuck this place
I need a drink
To wash away
All this fucking taste
Fuck this place
I need a drink
To wash away
All this fucking taste
I can't say
You'll miss my face
I'll count the days
The drugs hit my brain

[Outro]
Fuck this, fuck this place
Yeah, fuck this place