Lyrics

Heatstroke Summer Yellow was the color Cowboy and corona but the beat goes on and on And on Radio silence Man I miss my friends Wanna talk until it's out and I got nothing left inside of my brain Can't prepare for death anyway Ahh In my dreams it's New Year's Eve I used to feel alive sometimes It's all my fault that we don't speak I'm sorry about the other night Talkin on the phone now you wanna hit the road Free man in LA I guess I finally have to leave you alone Alone Shower beer me If you can hear me I don't wanna die without a bluе check baby I tried Give it all up at 35 Ahh Bluе and bleak A fantasy I used to feel alive sometimes I'm old and dumb and losing sleep At least you can't say I didn't try Heatstroke Summer Man, it's such a bummer Cowboy and Corona but the beat goes on and on And on Ahh