Lyrics:
slain last summer by a cocaine runner
A new year is dawning, new crews is forming
Rival gangs warring blood steadily pouring
The streets are deep Son
turn it on
Leaving all these worries far behind
Nowhere to be, no place to go
We hung around by the radio
And jumped at anything that we could find
Oh,
get off tour I think we should hang and black out together.
Because I've been feeling sentimental for days gone by...
all those summers singing,
A time to be reapin', a time to be sowin'.
The green leaves of Summer are callin' me home.
'Twas so good to be young then, in a season of plenty,
niggas in the game
A lotta niggas got two albums I can't explain
How they maintain to keep the same migraines
I can't help it if my brain is supersonic
All those memories crossed my mind
I love life now
But those were the best of times
Do you remember?
Do you remember?
The summer sky in July
Do
Lecter, so just in case you're thinkin' of savin' face
You ain't gonna have no face to save
By the time I'm through with this place, so Drake
It may
rocked you in a deep, deep sleep
Put the discerning prophets to sleep
Put the farsighted seers to sleep
Pawing through a photo album full of places you've
A time to be reapin', a time to be sowin'.
The green leaves of Summer are callin' me home.
'Twas so good to be young then, in a season of plenty,
of the great white way
Accepted by Manhattan's elite
In all the places that were chic
No party was complete without George
Along the boulevards he'd
the talent shows, from Orléans and Barentin
Lovely Saint-Malo, and all of the places in between
From the summer retreats, and your junior varsity team
the luggage
Shout out Donny Sublime
Shout out Bobby on Hundreds
Not too many is touching, double M G this summer
The Red album, lil' red shorty, you can't
[Chorus]
Sunday picnic, summer afternoon
Red hot sun, spicy barbecue
Working up a sweat by the riverside
She says let's get wet, it's skinny-dipping
I grew up in Wyoming
In and around Jackson's hole
In the shadows of the Tetons
Where summers are hot
And winters unbearably cold
But
You did the impossible (you did the impossible)
See, I had almost given up
And now I love ya like summer time, love ya like cherry wine
Love ya
tenderness
Like a lazy river drifting
On a summer's day
Holding sacred anxiety
Playing musical chairs
By herself where fantasy
Collapsed in urban stairs
Emily
i'll always remember
The summer together
All great our greatest hits and our problems
Couldn't even fit in one album
Features from all your friends
quietly, time's discreet
Feeling the time slip by without a trace
Sitting by the window, just us face to face
A gentle breeze sways the curtain's lace
From
locked up
Hot stuff like Donna Summer, another number one-r
And comin' from the underground, this is how it's comin' down
Baby let me run it down
Mos
See, I had almost given up
And now I love ya like summer time, love ya like cherry wine
Love ya like free money, like a preacher loves Sunday
Love
I get this feeling, every time I see your face
You never grow old, you never look tired, you never seem outta place
What a life you've led, I guess
can see from paradise
And you and me, The water the places, forever
I want be carried by the summer waves
I wanna live my life with you in this place
I
the summer summer time
Yes i am Gemini
I could live 11 lives
Work shit out like i exercise
Cant get caught up in the summertime by drifting
She sweet like
and roaming in the wild
I'm forever changed
By someone I never knew
Now I've, I've got a place
I've got a husband and a child
But I'll never forget
What I've
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