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Intro
“What if the winter loses friends?” Mike asks that near the end of “Summer’s Last Call.”
Before we get there, we’ve still got bare feet on the beach and a night nobody wants to finish. The feel reminds me of Death Cab for Cutie. Some of the lines are jokes only Mike and a few friends will recognize; you can bring your own memories to those.
My verse admits I miss the girl, then tries to say it’ll be okay. That’s about as settled as things get. The friends are together, summer is running out, and Mike is already wondering who’ll be there when it’s over.
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Lyrics
Flatline:
We did it right we never slept at night
Our bodies set with the sun
Our summers melt into one
Chunjay:
We some bearded dudes, with carefree attitudes
Chillin’ at the beach and kicking off our shoes
Rocking those flip-flops relaxing with the homies
Mocking wack hip-hop, together feelin lonely?
We some Lone Gunmen, we on that next tip
Makin’ fun of Mike ’cause he’s talkin bout some U.S. ship
Sleep deprived, never stopped nor arrived
We all some broken people but we tryin’ to survive
We’ll be up in this place until the whole thing closes
Axyl Rose is Flava Flav, he’s just in Guns ‘n’ Roses
Barefoot skateboards, true blonde, long-boards
Lyin’ on the sand and hearing all the chords
Cicadas making songs, everything belongs
Peel the freckles from our shoulders and push it along
Thought of things I shoulda said, said things I shouldn’t say
I miss the hell out of that girl but it’s gonna be okay
Flatline:
Time is counted down
The waves should break before we drown
Last call, I laugh, you fall
Summer’s endless nights
We found ourselves beneath the lights
Last call, I laugh, you fall
Flatline, Bridge:
What if the winter loses friends?
There’s a lot I have to think about here right now
When would we say this is the end?
There’s a lot I have to think about there right now
Narrator:
You can actually trick a male cicada into calling for a female by simply snapping your fingers.
Credits
Music: Flatline
Lyrics and Vocals: Chunjay and Flatline
Narrator: Heath McClure
Album-wide credits
Additional Credits
Production: Flatline, Chunjay
Mixing, Engineering, Co-Production, Mastering, Additional Scratches, Everything but the Kitchen Sink: DJ Sean P at TWLVS in Fort Worth, Texas
Vocal Production/Consultation: Krum
Pre-Mixing: Flatline, Chunjay, Krum, Shedlyn/Chris Felix, Annex, Grizzly Beatz, David Mathewes
Background Vocals: Flatline, DJ Sean P, Chunjay, and Friends
Executive Producer: Chunjay
Lyrics and music copyright 2017 Neopolis Media in partnership with Invisible Library Records. All rights reserved. M. Walker & J. Bennett Artist rights (BMI).
Guest/co-writer FYI: Act I shared credit: Music — Flatline; Lyrics and Vocals — Chunjay and Flatline; Narrator — Heath McClure. These source credits are attribution information, not a lyric-scope blocker; they do not specify legal ownership shares.
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