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enjoy your summer in

in a coupe
I we drove through
an oil
and the shacks on the
trade hats for jugs

in a beat up
weeds it dark in these parts
the lines on the road could screw like the chase

I don't to go to jail
I don't to go to jail
I want to go to jail
and say I'm

sound the alarm
give me some time to
the alarm
ring the
sound the inside

rich
you're
you're a miser
atop a hill of pennies, too high to her
and my love just like a golden tooth

for nerves of steel
you mass market mass appeal
and the riding shotgun prays for summer in hell

I don't to go to jail
I want to go to jail
I don't want to go to
and say I'm

sound the alarm
give me some to hide
the alarm
ring the
sound the inside

in a coupe
I swear we drove
an oil
and the shacks on the
trade hats for water

I don't want to go to
I don't to go to jail
I don't want to go to
and say I'm

the alarm inside
give me some time to
the alarm
ring the
sound the inside

enjoy your in hell