Labor Day Chillin by The Barhemian Lyrics

106 Degrees ain't none of em a Bachelors
So hot outside I'm using the fan I had at church
You had it worse, my heart burst
My artwork depict the finesse of all the hard work
Labor Day wit my folks barbecue at the harbor
I hope ya potna brought the XLR cord
I got the line up
She got the vodka
I brought the hot dog
Her grill got fired up
The L got fired up
The drank it crept up
The Snapchat, the Facebook, and the Insta
The pics is still up
We all got fucked up
I hit ya girl up
It went well good luck uh
Thinkin' bout the times I've been reminiscin'
Chillin in the summer, winter time I'll be flippin' chickens
Fuck the bad times, nothing to lose but win
You chose to pout, I chose to sin
I chose these cool shoes my toes is in
You standin' outside but bitch I Goes in
I'm super cold, you might get frozen
From the bottom to the top
I'm green and I am Goldenrod
Can't be fakin' the funk, lying to kick it
I bring you the good times cuz you like this shit, yeeeah
Roll up and get air
We can kick it, we can kick it like the bicycle kick yeah
And this is what it is
Sometimes we handle biz, sometimes we act like kids
And this is what you get
A dope beat wit dope kicks, bullshit and Keify dont mix
Bullshit and Keify dont mix
Bullshit and Keify dont mix
Keify Be Leafy oh shit
Bullshit and Keify dont mix