YDL_011 - 2OO1 — youngdumblovers

YDL_011 - 2OO1

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__I DROVE ALL NIGHT

__TO GET TO YOU

__IS THAT ALRIGHT?

it's 2OO1 and the end of the summer’s already begun

i could yell at the sun in the same way that my parents yelled at their son

still ain’t telling me nothing

still run around with the runts

come to think of it, ain’t had a conversation with my family in months

it's 2OO1 and the end of the summer’s already begun

i don’t dwell on it much, just howl at the moon at the top of my lungs

in the swell of the sun is the scent of the elements dipping at dusk

in that moment I’d tell you I love you (but baby I don’t have the guts)

it’s 2OO1 and the end of the summer’s already beginning

i’ve given fuck all to the winter, the summer is all that I love and it’s all that I’m living

when slaloming home with the girl of your dreams in the passenger seat heading back to the burbs

racing the day in the deep of the night through the villages man and you swear that it’s her

something’s on fire

scent of the tyres

bass in the back of the whip

and we filled with desire

running into the night

we heading back to the bits

and you know that it’s her

and she knows that it’s you

but both of you button your lips

blow back the butt of the spliff

so close that you’re starting to kiss

TURN INTO ICE

TURN INTO ASH

TURN OUT YOUR DRIVE

PUMMEL THE GAS

RUBBER TO ROAD

FLICK OF A MATCH

GIRL IN THE FRONT

BOYS IN THE BACK

it's 2OO1 and the end of the summer’s already begun

i been wasting away in the day and just waiting on night to come

it's dumb but it's done

and this girl she was telling me something

as we sat in a dream

on the edge of the stream

overlooking the ponds

it's 2OO1 and the end of the summer’s already begun

i been sat in the villages floating in space like 2OO1

i been spending my time with a gaggle of thugs and millennium bugs

i been spending my funds in the rattle and hum on some baccy and drugs

it's 2OO1 and the summer is over, it’s butters, it’s doubly dust

you don’t fuck with that crew anymore

you don’t fuck with that gang

you don’t fuck with that lot

still i sent you a message, reply when you get it

i hope you can deal with the sentiment

baby i called you, pick up

hope you can deal with me spilling my guts

i drove through the night at 120 to see you my love

i don’t know if you’re in or you’re out or you’re up or you’re there or you’re what

i recall every turn, drifting the whip, eyes wide shut

be there in minutes, i’m picking you up

done with this town, leave it for dust