Iggy Azalea — Survive the Summer Album Intro

You promised me a fake plastic love Told me to be organic, then laughed when I started to wither Sipped on synthetic happiness pool side at the standard and didn't call me back Summer you ain't shit I tried to be a mother Warm but tough like noon concrete I tried to be a brush Painting you in better light I tried to be a wave; when we fight rising and retreating I tried to stop the blue plumes Billowing doubt from my texts Inevitable conclusion; He's leaving me for summer I'm scared of crashing a plane on the runway I worry about people's negative energies I'm anxious about barbershop talk and internet memes I fear loving me has become inconvenient What if summer arrives - and I'm still waiting in line for happiness?