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Summer Water

Michael Ray

Amos

to swim in the summer water
All the small town sons and daughters
Were baptized a thousand times
Built a fire by it like an altar
Gave it every song we

a bigger problem
Let me bottle em make a bottle rocket
Use my pocket knife to light the fuse
Drink my throttle as I watch it pop off
Then drive

and Rocket League, man we vegging tonight
Midnight praccy at McPhee got me wanting to die
Get back to Dirty Murr, hit the cart 'n' get high
(Sir, can you open

by
These days like living in dreams
Cause you came and a part of me died
When I write the songs I wish
Tear drop could come to my eye
Best case my

damn sincere

And then the years rolled by and the bedroom got cold
Oh yeah the years rolled by fat Flossie and me we got old
She went looking for

to learn
I will teach these facts to ya
And then it will be your turn

So let's begin and take off like a rocket
When you multiply by zero, yeah, zero is

with a million virgins, I'd skip paradise
For approximate eternity with you still by my side.

I pray to science for the women who've devoured the hearts

or may have come on too strong
Let's skip all the small talk, I hope that this don't go wrong
Now I'm deep in my thoughts, find emotions in these songs

sleeping in a tower
Waiting for true love's kiss
It is sleeping in a flower
Stronger by the hour
It's called medicine

I just love it all beyond the end

juice an gin
Pound another bottle; wallow at the bottom just to write a novel in
Half the time that as you asinine ass
Dirty motherlovers could ever pass

juice an gin
Pound another bottle; wallow at the bottom just to write a novel in
Half the time that as you asinine ass
Dirty motherlovers could ever pass

Houston come in
Go ahead
We have a problem
What do you mean
Lets go lets go
Oh dear God who let these apes in
Who left the gate open
This song is so

The bottles and cuffs, nigga butt

You about to witness an M o p thug out
And for you niggas hatin' listen
To the sounds of
The Unit kiss my ass with your

care cause in this moment
You're mine

Baby hope you don't mind
Skip the wine and I'll dine
Take a moment you'll find
Get our hearts intertwined

Baby

cruisin' these roads that I helped pave
Make a Broadway girl wanna walk this way
Hop in the truck, be my DJ
And they better skip every
Motherfucker I hate

mama can't forget
Keep that fye right on my hip
Just in case a hater trip
Your song wack I'm pressing skip
Regained balance losing grip
All my curses was

blunt blesser
Messy hair undress her
Get in square boxes
Thinkin out of them toxins
In my body rockin
Tic tockin bottle rockets
Launch off pull back

in my head
Writing songs about the dead
Hit the bong I skip my meds
Out the door for cigarettes
Hit the bus stop early early mornings till I'm dead
Is

were five-dollar scratchers you were the lottery
But left penniless by thoughts of who you oughtta be
You can't erase mistakes- the bottle makes more

the barrel that I hid under the covers
I can switch up all the flows, I keep a secret in a cupboard
Takin' off like I'm a rocket, I be doin it for fun

at what it cost us
Life is just a toss up
Let me put my J's on
Kobe till the days gone
Me I'm just a swan song
Hauling on the bong long
Searching for relief

Good Time

Youth Group

The Night Is Ours

body rock
Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along,
And the next on the mic is my man Hank,
C'mon, Hank, sing that song

know i'm all in
Wine by the bottle, money falling
Can we get back, skip the talking 
Private party, let's get eventful 
This good (uhh) got you

a lot of different seasons
Imma call it how I see it I can barely tell who's who
Like I'm on a tree
I wanna fly
Don't matter what you got you gon get by