Kiss me inside the four seat Strapped in with the homies Thought that I could change the way I'm feeling Find a sense of meaning But clearly I couldn't So we opened up the engine To listen to it singing But I don't hear no song and I can't find the key I ain't feel no beat No hint of melody
Either I'm losing sight of the suns in my eyes If you can't stay dry man then why July? The songs in my head The things I ain't said Shit, I'm getting by man but why July? Cut to a close up on the real me My Kubrick stare in the back seat Been riding with the Riding with the broski's Singing "Brand new whip got no keys" These phoneys can go Never mind 22 a waste of time It's truces, half baked compromises I'm just trying to be the man By laying on the brakes again Either I'm going blind to the suns in my eyes If you can't stay dry man then why July? The songs in my head The things I ain't said Shit, I'm getting by dog but why July? Why July? Why July? Why July? Why July? ♪ Why July? Why July? Why July? Why July? ♪ Why July? Why July? Why July? Why July?