The Barhemian - Labor Day Chillin' 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 f**ed 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 f** 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 b**h 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 sh**, 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, bullsh** and Keify dont mix Bullsh** and Keify dont mix Bullsh** and Keify dont mix Keify Be Leafy oh sh** Bullsh** and Keify dont mix