Lyrics:
Forget about your friends, baby, I'll drive you home (yeah)
I'll set you on the tailgate, we'll take it nice and slow
I know it ain't your style, but I
of my Cadillac
A wicked lady, sittin' by my side, sayin' "Where are we?"
Stopped at Third and Forty-three, exit to the night
It's gonna be ecstasy,
Every hour that passes by, you know this world gets a little bit older
It's time to realize that beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder
And everything
judge me by my shoes
Scarecrow and a yellow moon
And pretty soon a carnival on the edge of town
King Harvest has surely come
Last year, this time
always be right by your side tonight
I love you beyond all of time
The stars are out, it's summer now, we're hanging out
Behind the house, no one
I knew she'd leave but I didn't know when
It matters, but didn't back then
I laugh when I start to think about us
We sent the summer out in style
niggas gon' give me mine
Nigga, summer, fall, winter-time, 24/365
You niggas gon' give me mine, I don't have plenty time
Flying out at any time
hoping
Broken, starving plastic ring
Perfect for eloping
Years went by fast, you were so good to me
Our children have children, Billy, how could it
Winter time comes just a little too fast,
Summer just flies by on it's patient wings.
I'm just a fool for yesterdays,
I've seen too many things in
to America money, we Earl Jones it
King Joffery, James Brown, now watch me
Keep going knowing they can't stop me
Wearing 40 belows, the coats Rocky
Lambo
At words poetic I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best
Instead of getting 'em off my chest
To let 'em rest, unexpressed
I hate parading my
control)
Well, they can watch me fuck it up all in one night
I'm in my city in the summer, camo'd out
Leather booted, kissing bitches in the club
They
ghost, I’m hearing noises
I think it’s the boys
But I been banking at Deutsche
We got storefronts, we got employee stubs
We been opening studios and 40 40
the clippers at falcons and box Chevy's dippin'
Thou'n! Smokin' with my next door neighbor
Coughin', turtle and tobacco paper
Gangsta, read all about it
the wave, fuck that reef shit
Fuck all the shit they be talking about, we practice what we preach
We walking it out, no ain't no doubt
No, no, I'm
The time it takes to rise above
In the summer of love
It's the summer of love I say
I declare by the power vested in me
This is the summer of love
Something I never doubt
Knows what I'm all about
Says it will all work out
Even in my dreams
Something bigger than me, that's what I see
Each time
hoping
Broken, starving plastic ring
Perfect for eloping
Years went by fast, you were so good to me
Our children have children, Billy, how could it
eat your soul, he's north pole
That many more beat more cold, freeze more soul, 40 below
Piss, Robin Cuervo, plus habenero - now chug it!
Burn their
by name.
Pay good money to hear fire and rain again
And again and again.
Some are like summer coming back every year,
Got your baby, got your
There'll always be forever
Time to fall in love again
And time to make another friend
You know I do everything
I gave it my all
But you never played
and you girl
Whoa oh
We had problems but it's all in the past
Everybody got problems baby, algebra class
Remember I used to do things that'd make you
by the Dr.
A nigga that breaks 'em off properly
Real G, so don't doubt it
I'm the one who's doin' it while these other niggas talk about it
And if
Alright, I might, I might
That's not all
I've missed 100 calls
And it's cold, it's cold, it's 40 below
It crossed my mind
About 100 times
And I'm told, I'm
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