Lyrics:
more time
So I missed my flight the day
And I met with you to say
I messed up all my plans for
A holiday romance
And there's something about the summer
It's been some time but you're still on my mind
So baby talk to me
[E-40]
You took her she went from the
ghetto streets, to executive streets
a real one to a gunner, yeah
I'ma keep it real, these niggas way below a hundred, uh
It's a bloody summer, yeah, it's a bloody summer, yeah
The way this
bought a fix
Don't trip, it's a Time Bomb in this bitch
Here it tick tick tick tick {*BOOM*}
Wait a minute it's on, I tell it like a true mackadelic
Weed
It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day
I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was balin' hay
And at dinner time we stopped
that autumn afternoon.
And then, after what seemed like hours of thinking about it
I finally took your face in my hands & I kissed you for the first
of re-arranges
(Love, love, love) you better hope love is the answer
(Love, love, love) yeah, it better come before the summer
Well, everybody can hear
let our thought be free
For every hour that passes by, you know the world gets a little bit older
It's time to realize that beauty lies in the eyes
to hear about it
Lookin' in the mirror now
It's really like a scene around me
Fiending for that Summer 'cause
This season really cinematic
Summer (Summer
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
It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day
I was out choppin' cotton, and my brother was balin' hay
And at dinner time we stopped
be relaxing by the water, got a dollar, baby girl it's
Summer Lovin'
Summer Lovin'
It's Summer Lovin'
Summer Lovin'
Copa Cabana, I'm Bruce Banner when
by ten different dicks
Bitch! Your whole house smell like piss
(Chorus: E-40 (Silk-E)]
(If it ain't about cash, then it ain't about shit)
Throw
Winter dreams are here
It's time for stories we've been told
About those days of old
Where we heard the word of spice and herbs and gold
Blue and white
Looking forward to summer time
Lemonade stands and apple pies
The only thing on my mind
You were high
Riding shotgun by your side
then, bet they know me now
Blunt and a smile, eventually it'll be a frown
Cause every time I turn around a nigga locked down
While I'm in the world, tryin
double C on my feet
Double G on my freak (ooh), Louis V by my brick
She wan' kick it with me, she better eat it then leave (leave, whoa)
She try save
by double digits
I gotta do somethin'
Fightin' depression I'm trying my nigga
But everytime I think about it I'm cryin' my nigga
Cried myself to sleep
Woke up, I'm in the in-between, honey
One foot out and I know the weight is coming
Because I left it by the bed last night
Open my eyes and I
through the clouds
I've had some time to think about you
And watch the sun sink like a stone
I've had some time to think about you
On the long ride home
It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day
I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was balin' hay
And at dinner time we stopped
how
In the heart of the summer, we need a snow plow
What you know about that? Baby, it's your time
Coke transactions on the phone, we call it "blow
the trip I'm taking
Faded to the touch
As above
So below and dangerous to love you
Ninety-nine on a forty-five
Running red lights just to get to you
Maybe
and quarter moons
She feeds the birds all winter
And she knows them by their tunes
And they drive up north on Sunday afternoons.
And all summer long
They make
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