august child

we are are a bit loud , august child
running through the summer haze
school hasnt begun and i call shut gun
front in the wheelchair, like a wild ride
i remember how you ran through the corridor
never have i ever felt like this
telling everybody i knew i had dibs
i remember how life took a wrong twist
somewhere around feb and i had a freaking fab
time laying in coma, on  of my nurse look like zedd
meanwhilei sat and played harris , in the hosital bed
and diplo , turned in to a disco and somebody look like Martin Garixx
yeah i can turn strory to gossip on page six
but i am kinda over it , but i remember everything being lit
even in my fever dreams , you know like my poems