Lyrics:
like Bob with incredible odds, how I slip through them bullets, it's odd
How I need all this weed to get by, niggas needin' to die to get high
Tired
to go out-
Side n see lil' kids again
I can't wait to hit up
Tom so we can skate
I can't wait to go and
Chill by the lake
I can't wait to go and
Take
of felonies walked in the spot
Fuck is you telling me I know my job
That nigga square so I'm calling him Bob
The booth so hot you get burned by the knob
wouldn’t pay ya mind even if I could reach ya
I’m like Tom Brady last play of the 4th quarter
Life goals Ice cold like I stay at the North border
Long runner
like a stallion yeah lingo dig her Walk
I'm running to the bag like I'm Marshall Faulk
I want rings like Tom Brady bad tingz have my baby on my Line
and rap to relieve them
The party society, groovi'n in a high anxiety
There's dancers by the variety, so go 'head and try it g
As I do body work like
Jewel stands by the water, a piece of weight in her hand
The metal's still warm and the surface splashes; who could really understand
Bob turned
more
Already knowin' what need to be done
He used to tell me he loved me but turned to a hater
But that was like ages ago (more like years)
I want
away
Tell the homey I would meet him by the spot
Woke up in the morning feeling like night and day
Coming at me then believe you getting got
You don't
think I'm insane
You question my brain
Say we're not the same
But fuck what you say
Imma live by the day
Cause that is my way
Like Tom in the bay
I
Liable to drive-by on a summer day
July 4th'll be a June
Block ten block ten block ten bla ba bum
The sound of the drum, that crips and bloods know
Mmmmm-mmmmm
I's up this mornin'
Ah, blues walkin' like a man
I's up this mornin'
Ah, blues walkin' like a man
Worried blues
Give me your right hand
They don't want to
When you leave
No one misses you like I do
They don't know why I'm giving up
It's cause I have to
Over the summer
I thought you were
Dread head shake em like a rasta look like bob Marley
Bitch a Barbie, but she hella crazy so I call her Harley
And my niggas psycho they the type to come
Put a shout-out to my nigga, J-Man
Paint the bitch up on the wall, we don't play by the law
Shake em up like a motherfuckin' spray can
I got a button
Feelin like gunna i came up from under
Ice on my wrist cost up north from 100
You pull out your gat but bro i am no runner
My wrist says high noon
The sky is so blue
Time we had it flew
But the moments stick like glue
Wish time stayed the way
Stayed the way that I remember
Often I miss ya
Be my summer
aah
Somebody take me home
Somebody take me home
Cos Me I live life like I don't care
Smoke pon the hearb many girls in the hotel
Summer time fling but
be a Tom Brady
Might buy her a coupe
Or GLA Mercedes
Got me foaming at the mouth
Like I caught me some rabies
Let me see you shake it up
With that
You like to get nasty, yeah
You love bending it over, im lasting, yeah
You want Dolce Gabbana, a bad bitch, yeah
This no regular summer, a hot one
Busy body
Truth be told i'll triple dog dare
I keep it real quiet cuz I like it when they stare
You can't spell half the stuff I wear, okay that's
boy's fly
Spread his wings out high
Bet he'll touch the fucking sky
No kisses I'm on a roll
No jinxes, your head will roll
My theme song is like Pokemon
(Ali, the baddest muthafucka there ever)
I'm chokin' players like I'm Bob Knight, choke the coaches like I'm Spreewell
They bowin' to the 'Sayers
the summer sunlight illuminates the sky
Yes, I'll be thinking of you
In the summer warm nights that seem to never die
Come over, slide over, move closer
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