Lyrics:
at Jaxxon for tennis, nah
Won't catch me poppin' at Lenox, next day I ship it delivered by FedEx
All 23 with the petty
No way this flight stayin' steady
Heart
one of those blood-red moons I tell you
It was one of those hot-headed nights, mamma
By the time the police came, we were dancing naked, in soft summer
On a hot summer's night
In the year of '75
Jimmy Doyle took his child bride
Amanda, for a drive
She was only seventeen
He just lived to see
And your sun-kissed cheeks, hot on my lips
All summer long I warmed myself on your Sunburn
Dancing through the city, hiding on my roof
Making love by the AC
yer Damn right!
Makin' night plans
Lofty goals
But deep down
Your body knows
Even though
You feel fine
You'll be out
Cold by nine
Now you're home
Couch
gotta say this my lad:
You're the top! You're Mahatma Ghandi.
You're the top! You're Napolean brandy.
You're the purple light of a summer night in
me by
Mothers on the stoop
Boys in souped-up coupes
On this hot summer night
Between fight and flight
Is the blind man's sight
the girl that makes me wanna try and sing
Switch my game up, switched my game up, got me on a new thing
Hot like summer, but to me you kinda feel like spring
a second get in my bag
Too thriller like my Mike Jack party every night cause life's fast
Stay with my dawgs and we bite back too hot, to be acting like that
and red nights
Got me feeling them Blue skies and red nights
Let me tell you There’s no time like summer time
When the sun shines, i’m loving life
Im fine
leather jackets
And tight blue jeans
Drop a dime in the box play the
Song about New Orleans
Cold beer, hot lights
My sweet romantic teenage nights
for you
Mmm
Mmm - I'd stay for you
Hot night summer breezes
Miss that tender feeling
Of lying on your chest
'Cause you're da very best
Feel how
anyway
I got those cold drinks for those hot nights
You can hang with us if you act right
Got long hair with them short sides
I like your style, your from
Man, I miss those sweet, sticky summers
Down below the Mason-Dixon line
Walking barefoot — rich, red earth
Exhales into day warmed nights
Behold
Man, I miss those sweet, sticky summers
Down below the Mason-Dixon line
Walking barefoot rich, red earth
Exhales into day warmed nights
Behold
leather jackets
And tight blue jeans
You drop a dime in the box play a
Song about New Orleans
Cold beer, hot lights
My sweet romantic teenage nights
the wintertime
Stormy skies
Fill with snowflakes floating by
And rainy days
Stormy nights
Cozy in my bed at night
In the springtime
Flowers bloom
Purple, pink,
on the stoop
Boys in souped-up coupes
On this hot summer night
Between fight and flight
Is the blind man's sight
And a choice that's right
I roll
me by
Mothers on the stoop
Boys in souped-up coupes
On this hot summer night
Between fight and flight
Is the blind man's sight
cool water
Oh
It was a long hot day
That was a long hot night
It was a long hot day
It was a long hot summer
It was a long hot day
That was a long hot
geeking and fighting
I been working on my craft i been thinking all night
Yeah i'm calculated nigga wont play me in the slightest
And tell them look where
this summer to get on, yeah
Spent the coldest winter, spring, these nights I'm all alone, yeah
Know you been the same since you got cheated on by that
the moonlight
It's got me in its spotlight
It's alright
Dancing in the moonlight
On this long hot summer night
Well It's three o'clock in the morning
I get 'em fat come pickin' time
Get 'em fat come come pickin' time
The corn is yellow and the beans are high
The sun is hot in the summer sky
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