Summer Ain't What It Used To Be ft. Ian Dempsey Lyrics

Squeeze the grip, my right

Warm arms, my waist

Clouds reflect in the tank, safe place

Squeeze the grip, my right

Warm arms, my waist

Clouds reflect in the tank, safe place

The weather is so messed up

Praying for global warming

I'm selling all my cars

Leaving Friday

And I did

I drove all the way down here

And I haven't looked back for a year

Cause I'm riding

On my bike to the beach

Summer ain't what it

Summer ain't what it used to be

Every now and then I miss my friends

And I tell them I'm waiting here for them

Down here

All the way down here

With the palm trees and the Ferraris down here

Riding on my bike to the beach

Summer ain't what it

Summer ain't what it used to be

Riding on my bike to the beach

Summer ain't what it

Summer ain't what it used to be

Squeeze the grip, my right

Warm arms, my waist

Clouds reflect in the tank Safe place

Squeeze the grip, my right

Warm arms, my waist

Clouds reflect in the tank

Squeeze the grip, my right

Warm arms, my waist

Clouds reflect in the tank Safe place

Forever gone, cause I'm falling for the South now

Riding, on my bike to the beach

Summer ain't what it

Summer ain't what it used to be

Riding, on my bike to the beach

Summer ain't what it

Summer ain't what it used to be

Squeeze the grip, my right

Warm arms, my waist

Clouds reflect in the tank

Squeeze the grip, my right

Warm arms, my waist

Clouds reflect in the tank

Riding on my bike to the beach

Summer ain't what it

Summer ain't what it used to be