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eighty degrees
Well it's long past the summer and there's hardly a breeze
It's not right, it's not just, well it's simply not fair
That I haven't felt

Champion

Kanye West

Graduation [Clean]

2007

talkin' 'bout the rich ones
'Cause every summer he'll get some
Brand new hare-brained scheme to get rich from
And I don't know what he did for dough
But

Champion

Kanye West

Graduation

2007

talkin' 'bout the rich ones
'Cause every summer he'll get some
Brand new hare-brained scheme to get rich from
And I don't know what he did for dough
But

got the glocky cause I'm tuck it
I just be rappin' and shit, I don't want that bitch, so I'm not even finna cuff her

I'm turning up for the summer, I

bet you know we'll holla at

Aye momma, aye momma, aye momma, aye
Shawty straight flexin' with the summer shirt, aye
Aye brotha, aye brotha, aye brotha,

Tired of these red eyes like I'm Scott Summers
Did you notice me God did that's why I'm everything
I'm supposed to be came along way I right my wrongs
I

pills or institutes
Picture you on the edge of your wildest dreams but...
Something holds you back when you take your highest leaps
And that shit inspired

fuck you bitch, could of bought your ass the crib
On that narcissistic shit, now got whips on whips
Summers getting cold, now your legs are wide open
Now

testing me
Boy you'd think I had the covid too
The cold harrasing Me
Had to drop this summer too
And All I do are classics B
I mean it was worth it
Back

Voices To Be Heard
By Omar Oliver

I know it's cold up in the winter with shivers deliver summer heat 
Dinner with the fam
I sit down there proud

I'm ITT, didn't need a Institute to learn bout techs
Used to chill on Jerome with the boys on the ave
Hutch always stayed strapped he had a toy in his

Carolina, holidays in D.C
Summers in Maryland, every year on repeat
See, those who know me know I split life
From Rocky Mount, Tarboro
To District Heights

starving like it was Ramadan 
But now I'm rolling nonchalant
With the crew
I'll bring you to the institute
It's Aristotle homie
Not no motherfucking

miss you babe
Now that you're gone
Summer is missing babe
Out on the lawn
Ain't no more mystery
From this day on
I'm gonna miss you babe
I'm gonna miss