Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bavé Amin
Songwriter
Leo Goldmann
Songwriter
Lyrics
My mom got a garden
Where she found her peace
Your mom got a summer house
Where she barely sleeps
Your first love was the poolboy
Mine was yours to blame
Some things you never choose boy
They just stay the same
You're like the sweetest figs
The sweetest fix
Picture this
My finger tips touch your lips
Crushing time
You're not wasting mine
I'm here for you
But baby you got a
Summer house
Summer house
Summer house
Summer house
Misty blue and the lilac too
I would scale the Himalayas for you
Your rock hard, Emerald
I'm here for you
But baby you got a
Summer house
Summer house
Summer house
Summer house
Written by: Amin Bave Mohammed, Bavé Amin, Leo Goldmann
