Caza - Midwest Summer

In the summer tryna sleep with the fan on
Feet sandy from the street that I ran on
Eat candy from the purse of my grandma
I stand on holy ground sandals off right now
Banjo in hand like my fave Sufjan
Bands that we planned but we never made a song
Feeling like the 2000's
With a U2 tape I was elevated on

In the summer tryna sleep with the fan on
Grew my hair out long like a Samson
Hot-headed gonna get it hot damn son
But I play it cool keep my pants
She said that I was handsome
But this dancing is just dancing
He told me I was pretty
Loose tongue guess he drank some
I roared like a fire and a camp song

On and on and round and round
Again again it goes
Days and weeks and months and years
Are passing as we grow
Life is gonna give you lemons
Maybe that's the fruit of heaven
This time was fruitful
This time was fruitful (scratch that)

Blood thickens in the heat
Sound of crickets bringing peace
Of a mid-july
Let my middle eye
Override amygdala
Eyes bigger than the big dipper
But the sky is colored pink by the city lights
You're leaning on my side think it's pretty nice

On and on and round and round (this time was fruitful)
Again again it goes (this time was fruitful)
Days and weeks and months and years (this time was fruitful, fruitful)
Are passing as we grow
Life is gonna give you lemons (this time was fruitful)
Maybe that's the fruit of heaven (this time was fruitful)

On and on and round and round (this time was fruitful, it was fruitful)
Again again it goes (fruitful, this time was fruitful)
Days and weeks and months and years (this time was fruitful, this time was fruitful)
Are passing as we grow (this time was fruitful)
Life is gonna give you lemons
Maybe that's the fruit of heaven
This time was fruitful

Written by:
Zachary Neal

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