Produced by Reel Art Digital Films
In association with C.Bauer Photography & Joey Goldsmith

Lyrics:

It's the last day of summer (tell me).
It's the last day of summer (tell me).

I've been feeling real internal lately, tell my friends that I'm sorry
and I ain't been replying timely, but you can tell them they call me.
See people get too lazy to call so they try and text.
I swear it though when lady calls me, oh it's the best!
When we talk its more real than anything I know
She's got a beautiful brain, that most gorgeous soul.
One weekend with her gives me appreciation;
spending time together is always a vacation.
I'm all ears, sometimes i'm too much.
Technology has been ruining us.
I wanna know what happened to interaction yo?
Face to face builds attraction.
I see some people praying before they eat and wonder:
"What do they believe? Is it the same as me?"

Chorus
People always need something better, can you tell me why?
Tell me, tell me!
We make things harder when we're easing em by. Can you tell me?
Can you tell me?
People always need something better, can you tell me why?
Tell me, tell me!
We make things harder when we're easing em by. Can you tell me?
Can you tell me?

I poke my fork through this fruit in the bowl.
Proof that I can change my rhythm and grow.
A minuscule change, the principal is big though,
and I can change anything. I move slow-mo to no more.
My bowl is empty now yet I see it as full of life.
I'm a lost boy imagining everything I try.
This bitch is on her shit, yet I'm here to talk.
Life just tell me what you need! You know i'll call!
I'm all ears. Sometime's I'm too much.
Technology has been ruining us.
I wanna know what happened to interaction yo?
Face to face builds attraction.
I see some people praying before they eat and wonder:
"What do they believe? Is it the same as me?

Chorus
People always need something better, can you tell me why?
Tell me, tell me!
We make things harder when we're easing em by. Can you tell me?
Can you tell me?

It was the last day of summer when I learned this:
Life's a bitch! And everybody knows this chick.
She ain't perfect. See everybody's gotta shit.
Now take some time to notice, grow potent. Become emotion rich.
I was slow to fit the oldest niche, this poet shit.
Broken and holding it in, 'til I was folding it.
I've become a host of it. Coasting in my golden spit.
Sayonara tomorrow, hit summer with the coldest kick.
It was the last day of summer when I learned this:
Life's a trick. And everybody knows this chick.
She ain't perfect. See everybody's gonna trip.
Now take some time to notice, grow potent, become emotion rich.
I was slow to fit the oldest niche, this poet shit.
Broken and holding it in, 'til I was folding it.
Now I've become a host of it. Coasting in my golden spit.
Sayonara tomorrow! Hit summer with the coldest kick.

It's the last day of summer. It's the last day of summer.
Tell me. Tell me.

Chorus:
People always need something better, can you tell me why?
Tell me, tell me!
We make things harder when we're easing em by. Can you tell me?
Can you tell me?

Recorded at Shock City Studios
Mixed and mastered by Scott Pinkston.