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The Dungeons Are Calling (Savatage) · Combat Rock/London Calling (The Clash) · Calling (Kobukuro) · Calling the Wild [Limited Edition] (Doro) · Calling Me Back to the Wild (Michael Tomlinson) · Calling Card (Rory Gallagher) · Church of Acid/Calling of the Dead (Velvet Acid Christ) · Calling All Hearts (Keyshia Cole) · Calling You (Rigmor Gustafsson) · The Dungeons Are Calling (Savatage) – and 90 other albums »


though
She keeps calling me, she ain't on my mind though
Summertime, I'll be damned if I die broke

{ Out 24/7 chasing my dough }
Water fights in
Summertime and everything is sweet
Walking barefoot to the circle k
On the burning street
Summertime and everything's on fire
This town is a drive-by
Betty came by on her way
Said she had a word to say
About things today
And fallen leaves.

Said she hadn't heard the news
Hadn't had the time
Betty came by on her way
Said she had a word to say
About things today
And fallen leaves.

Said she hadn't heard the news
Hadn't had the time
Betty came by on her way
Said she had a word to say
About things today
And fallen leaves.

Said she hadn't heard the news
Hadn't had the time
Betty came by on her way
Said she had a word to say
About things today
And fallen leaves

Said she hadn't heard the news
Hadn't had the time
Betty came by on her way
Said she had a word to say
About things today
And fallen leaves.

Said she hadn't heard the news
Hadn't had the time
Betty came by on her way
Said she had a word to say
About things today
And fallen leaves.

Said she hadn't heard the news
Hadn't had the time
more alone 

Baby, I am missing you 
I want you by my side 
And I hope you'll miss me too 
Come back and stay 

I think about you every day 
I
that love N-O-are-E 
"I know why'all love me" 
I know my fans been sitting around waiting
They looking... 
Said damn it's summertime n-o
Ain't drop
more alone 

Baby, I am missing you 
I want you by my side 
And I hope you'll miss me too 
Come back and stay 

I think about you every day 
I
the grind summertime to wintertime
Cutting school to sell fifty dimes by dinner time
See everything we know we learned from the streets
Since thirteen I've
alone 
Baby, I am missing you 
I want you by my side 
And I hope you'll miss me too 
Come back and stay 
I think about you every day 
I really want
besides yourself
Why you pointing fingers at me, analyze yourself
Quit all that chastising and try to provide some help
Instead of calling the law, you
Attitude is very rude Boo, crabby like seafood
It turns me on like Vassey and Lahrule
They call me Starky Love-hun, check the strategy
By any means,
Baby you summertime fine, I let you get on top, I be the underline
I'm trying to get beside you like the number 9, dime
You fine as hell, I guess I
me Starky Love-hun, check the strategy
By any means, Shirley Temple cross was done by Billie Jean's
Black Misses America, your name is Erica, right
done
And your wigs tight, word up
One love to my butter-pecan Ricans for calling me papi
That's for real
One love to caramel sundaes, with the cherries
Baby you summertime fine, I let you get on top, I be the underline
I'm trying to get beside you like the number 9, dime
You fine as hell, I guess I
me Starky Love-hun, check the strategy
By any means, Shirley Temple cross was done by Billie Jean's
Black Misses America, your name is Erica, right
me Starky Love-hun, check the strategy
By any means, Shirley Temple cross was done by Billie Jean's
Black Misses America, your name is Erica, right
done
And your wigs tight, word up
One love to my butter-pecan Ricans for calling me papi
That's for real
One love to caramel sundaes, with the cherries
you better stop
It's the summertime and young bodies begin to drop
From pops of glocks
Blood drips and bodies rot
Caught in the crossfire look for cover
me Starky Love-hun, check the strategy
By any means, Shirley Temple cross was done by Billie Jean's
Black Misses America, your name is Erica, right
done
And your wigs tight, word up
One love to my butter-pecan Ricans for calling me papi
That's for real
One love to caramel sundaes, with the cherries