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mica - english summer كلمات الأغنية

[intro]

welcome to the uk
local weather is currently 17°c with sunny intervals
we hope you enjoy your stay
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[verse 1]

life is an english summer
ready to plunge ya on the stage of its winterly concert
in a second october when you get clapped snapped and knocked sober
socks soaked in muddy water in a weather malfunction

soul punctured and the holes are dripping with ale
one second there’s sun and the next sеcond it’s tale
without fail or avail like sunday in the mail еmpty
bailing out every year in august in the med tempting

(english summer) miserably dark like dusk before supper
admire the view and get soaked from the greenwich gardens
pardon my french but i’m drenched on this bench drunk and i’m
entranced in this sudden nonsensical macabre dance

don’t shoot the messenger for telling the truth why lie
every summer you travel back in time like mart mcfly
better load up on the d look for somewhere else to flee
‘cause you never snow when a rainy day might strike
[pre_chorus]

(except when it’s) an english summer
extinguishing all hopes into an anguished slumber
unpredictable pulls numbers a quidditch bludger
to a kharma made of sandwich lunches and sluggish suppers

[chorus]

life is but an english summer
languishing in slumber, anguish till december
and just when you thought it might shine in time for you to tan
the clouds burst in the sky

[verse 2]

(english summer) when the sun shines above the clouds
unconditionally the way you ‘sposed to love a child
before he grows up dumbs down and then he runs afoul
grows up to be gen z with a serious lack of style

english summer, one year you’re hot the next one you’re not
no different from winter mediocre to the core
like a silly floater the little sh_t really mocks us
dropping astonishingly long rain meteor showers upon us
and i see no clearance in my binoculars whatsoever
but hopefully no occurrence at bay as bad as the weather
just the tories stealing money off the mid and lower strata
and the libs wasting it destroying the roads for their prada

like a girl who thinks she’s hot with her plastic cup
from starbucks she bought cuz her taste buds suck
like she’s on runway with her passive aggressive stance
all she’s really good for is make you a massive cuck

(what’s up) i’m not your generic rapper
i switch off the snare and then come back next beat to slap ya
and you best max out on it for you to come back and then
snap out of it, from the dullness of an english summer

[chorus]

life is but an english summer
languishing in slumber, anguish till december
and just when you thought it might shine in time for you to tan
the clouds burst in the sky

[verse 3]
life comes in sunny intervals
and in bearish times, we all wait for something pivotal
so best cherish it all while you can while you still got it
meanwhile i’m still on the wait for that godd_mn bugatti

this is the sound of rain against your window
the kind that makes you want to stay home and test your libido
amp up your stereo in anguish and blast em decibels
every ounce of joy you got is seriously dubious

english summer is wearing socks and flip flops wind up distraught
next to a puddle this buff, in this spot
(please stop) ain’t nothing less subtle
as a car drives by about to give you one hefty cuddle

(why does it rain so much?) there’s so much lush
yet nothing grows on top except for weeds and then some mush
back to the same broken record every october still in august
no wonder folks get drunk when summer sucks so much

(but why don’t you go back to france it’s just on the other side of the channel)
f_ck it, i choose to stay wherever the grass is greener
or is it time to clean up and empty them drawers? running
out of time gotta prep for that pre pub 5pm dinner

[pre_chorus]

(except when it’s) an english summer
extinguishing all hopes into an anguished slumber
unpredictable pulls numbers a quidditch bludger
to a kharma made of sandwich lunches and sluggish suppers

[chorus]

life is but an english summer
languishing in slumber, anguish till december
and just when you thought it might shine in time for you to tan
the clouds burst in the sky

- mica

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