365 Days - ZZ Ward, Asher Roth, King Chip

Your clothes out on the blacktop, scattered suits on the street

Frames and broken pictures in the mid-September heat

We set these nights on fire, so hot, we burned it down

Now all that’s left of us is ashes on the ground

I told you back in June, you knew damn well what I would do

365 days, you’ve been making me wait

So keep your two-timing games, it’s a lot of too late

The summer’s over, over, over, over, over, over

Drop your keys from six stories, shout out, «It's raining green»

Don’t tell lies in Heaven or an angel will get mean

Diamonds and white gold watches, watch how fast they will soar

You always say you wanted to give back to the poor

I told you back in June, you knew damn well what I would do

I won’t be your debutante

, won’t be the fool to your

savant

I can’t fix your cracked up dreams while the leaves fall off these trees

I won’t spend the winter nights holding on to what ain’t right

You might break your words real fast but mine are made to last