Okay it's 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 sing man, but I can'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
Or the sun's 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 backseat, been riding with the
Riding with the broskis
Singing brand new whip got no keys, these phonies can go
Never mind, twenty two a waste of time
It's truces, half-baked compromises
I'm just tryna be the man
By laying on the brakes again
Either I'm losing sight
Or the sun's 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?
Why july? (x4)
Why july? (x4)
Why july (x4)
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Why july (x4)
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