Summer Ain't What It Used To Be (Summer Song)

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