Heatwave [Acoustic]
6LACK, Mereba
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Run, run, run You better run, run, run like a demon chasin' you Run, run 'til your face is blue Run, run Run, run You better run, run, run like a demon chasin' you Run, run 'til your face is blue Run, run For your momma's sake Long Summer, long Summer, long Summer Long Summer, it's gon' be a heatwave Long Summer, all summer Our Winter's like Summer Long Summer, long Summer, yeah Long Summer, long Summer It's gon' be a heatwave Long Summer, in our Winter (they killin' niggas) See they see, see it in your skin, yeah And they clips got the chips, yeah They got that heat on they hip, yeah And they can't wait to let it rip, no no See they see, see it in your skin, yeah And they clips got the chips boy They got that heat on they hip, yeah, uh And they can't wait to let it rip, no no Okay, I ain't tryna die on this beautiful day I couldn't stand the thought of not seeing your beautiful face So I'ma run like, I've been running the streets right I mean, run like I just missed the streetlight I fall flat like I'm trying out for track 'Cause they beat a nigga blue just for loving that he black My advice is, run like Obama 'fore they catch you like Osama Better, run like a nose 'fore they catch you like a cold He got that heater on his hip, yeah He evil so he might just let it rip, yeah And I know how to hold nobody shit, yeah So why the f*ck the coppers is on my dick? Yeah, be clear It's gon' be a long, long summer Tomorrow's never promised and I sometimes really wonder When they tell me "keep the peace" do they mean click-clack? I know we're looking forward but I gotta watch my back Run, oh Run, run Run, run, run Run, run, ooh Long Summer, long Summer, long Summer Long Summer, it's gon' be a heatwave Long Summer, all summer Our Winter's like Summer Long Summer, long Summer, yeah Long Summer, long Summer It's gon' be a heatwave Long Summer, in our Winter, yeah And he got that heater on his hip Clip is with the shits He don't shoot to miss, click-clack, click-click Got that heater on his hip Clip is with the shits He don't shoot to miss, click, clack And we got that heater on our hip Clip is with the shits And we don't shoot to miss, click-clack, click-click Got that heater on my hip Who gonna be crying? Your momma or mine? Your momma or mine?
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Written by: Marian Azeb Mereba, Ricardo Valdez Valentine Jr., Sam Hoffman
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