February To March lyrics

February and March
February and March
February and March
February and March

February and March, complicated times
June July and f*cking August, that’s the damn prime

February and March
February and March
February and March
February and March

February and March, complicated times
June July and f*cking August, that’s the damn prime

Every single time those months hit, I feel confined
I guess that’s what you get for living in a cold state
Here’s a bunch of free coats, come on get in line
Cuz you don’t want to feel Buffalo, the place I hate

It’s always chilly, and that’s a f*cking problem
It is really, anything but awesome
Degrees lookin silly, they declining, we have lost some
You can feel me cuz I know I’m not done
February and March
February and March
February and March
February and March

February and March, complicated times
June July and f*cking August, that’s the damn prime

February and March
February and March
February and March
February and March

February and March, complicated times
June July and f*cking August, that’s the damn prime

I know I lost it, always feelin like I’m stuck in
A cold cottage, always feelin like I’m f*cked and
I wanna stop it, always knowing that it sucks and
It won’t drop it, except the degrees, they be pucked and

I need a rocket, to the sun every single day cuz
It’s costing, every micro of my patience and the
Weather’s rotten, and it’s only rotting more and
I’m not rockin, I’m not rockin and I’m dropping, yeah
February and March
February and March
February and March
February and March

February and March, complicated times
June July and f*cking August, that’s the damn prime

February and March
February and March
February and March
February and March

February and March, complicated times
June July and f*cking August, that’s the damn prime