Lyrics:
all summer, ain't no peace (pussy)
Y'all chase clout, we lowkey (pusst)
Repping 21 'til I'm O.V. (21)
He need gas, he on E (21)
All that wolfing, he
Someone said, "Youth is wasted on the young"
I spilled every last drop of time that summer in the sun
My daddy had a Timex watch
Cigarette in his
on the front porch swing
Tales of war and everything
We hung on every lasting word
Like kites lost in whispering birds
Oh
The days drift by like leaves in
blow ya mind away
I'm on the grind, I told my momma
"Fuck a nine-to-five"
I get money, fuck bitches, that's my alibi
I'm laughin' in ya bitches
Pussy
boy might still be with me now
He'd be twenty-five today
No knife can carve away the stain
No drink can drown regret
They say Jesus brings you peace
This old car has seen the ages since the second of the world wars
Bought by a Jersey family on the cutting edge of poor
A ragged wife and weary
It was Old Town Key West down on Duval Street
Tendin' bar on a hot summer day
She walked in with a big Texas "Howdy"
Said, "Boy won't you pour me
to the beach and show the hoes my six pack
I can see she feeling me she saying I’m a big snack uh
Hit that boy Zach we got hits in the stash cuz its
Summer in
this money now,
Cause I'm out here living this hustlers life.
I be working all day but no 9 to 5,
And you know we don't play when it's time to grind.
boy
Feel the pain I only wanna scream my boy
Any fast lane for the dream my boy
3 days in the same jeans my boy
No lovers ever lost no lovers
Ever found
What that nigga want, God?
Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five-finger shit)
(Cash rules) word up, two for fives over here, baby
Word up,
that's the problem
The fuck you expect? I go get what I want
I want you to say you picked me with your voice
I'm twenty-five, love, but I came by
Summer time roof off
Drivin' round with my shoes off
She's singing along with that Snoop Dogg
And that 2Pac
And that's too hot
All eyes on you can't
might've (7th Ward) lost the second World War (7th Ward)
Yup, Ruby such an animal (7th Ward)
Seventh Ward Dragon, when I breathe, it's fuckin' flammable
but two, I face menage
No hands involved
Mommy would rather give a mouth massage
General, you can call me the sargeant
$745, five percent tip
I know I'm
never lost
I just ran out of time
Outside the lines
Underneath those Georgia pines
Im limitless by design
The only limit is my mind
And the time that God
Boy i'm breaking her woah
5 by 5
On a roll man check
Hit it once can't text
Cannot match my check
Drowning in water
Got lost in the maze
Shout-out 6k
to be free
Just open your mind and relax with the Peas
Let us call our mellow crew, help you out to peep the ease
Like a thirty-five mile cruise,
My Saturday job pays six and six down
A copy boy at the Chronicle
Five cigarettes and two silver half crowns
Meeting Vince at Mark Toney's in town
Guns go off, Shams is a Raiders fan
A rhyming gallop reporter, columns are lost
White five, black five with dollars to toss
Twisted by the dark side
back
Hope fades away with each passing second
Lost in this moment
Is where I want to stay
This can't be broken
We need to find a way
Gabriel, I
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
the hand on the watch
To the, tick-tock, ya don't stop
To the, tick-tock, ya don't stop
It goes on and on and on
All around the clock
3-6-5 'til the new year
they see you
Progressin' but trust me I'ma kill 'em
This summer
Six-forty-five without the ceiling
Coup, no roof, v-twenty on the engine
This is big
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