This is joy, this is summer Keep alive, stay alive Got your metal on, we're alone Making sweet love, takin' time 'Til God strikes us That's a pretty fucking fast year flew by That's a pretty long third gear in this car Glidin' on the five The deer run across, kill the headlights Pretty fucking, underneath moonlight now Pretty fucking, sunrise in sight In comes the morning, haunting us with the beams Solstice ain't as far as it used to be It begins to blur, we get older (blur) Summer's not as long as it used to be Everyday counts like crazy (smoke, haze) Wanna get soaked? Wanna film a tape on the speed boat? We smell of Californication Strike a pose Everything grows in the Congo, everything grows Ooh, can you come when I call again? On comes the evening, gold seeking ends Piece in my hands worth twice than a friend And two limbs over shoulder, carried away Because I'm stronger and the Congo is dim (smoke) In comes the morning, ah (smoke) In comes the morning, ah (haze)
And even if you’re with someone else my heart will always have a part for you, I take some risks to be with you, you take some space and pull me apart. Very far away from you ( wish you were here ) ( I still love you even all tho )
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This is joy, this is summer
Keep alive, stay alive
Got your metal on, we're alone
Making sweet love, takin' time
'Til God strikes us
That's a pretty fucking fast year flew by
That's a pretty long third gear in this car
Glidin' on the five
The deer run across, kill the headlights
Pretty fucking, underneath moonlight now
Pretty fucking, sunrise in sight
In comes the morning, haunting us with the beams
Solstice ain't as far as it used to be
It begins to blur, we get older (blur)
Summer's not as long as it used to be
Everyday counts like crazy (smoke, haze)
Wanna get soaked?
Wanna film a tape on the speed boat?
We smell of Californication
Strike a pose
Everything grows in the Congo, everything grows
Ooh, can you come when I call again?
On comes the evening, gold seeking ends
Piece in my hands worth twice than a friend
And two limbs over shoulder, carried away
Because I'm stronger and the Congo is dim (smoke)
In comes the morning, ah (smoke)
In comes the morning, ah (haze)
2:16
this part reminds me from my childhood, summer nights and crickets in the background
teleports u to another dimention
right on the nose
so nostalgiac & trancelike
And even if you’re with someone else my heart will always have a part for you, I take some risks to be with you, you take some space and pull me apart. Very far away from you ( wish you were here ) ( I still love you even all tho )