Lyrics:
they belong to the open road, my heart so below
I stole work from my cousin, we was slangin' crack
I ain't want to burn you, I ain't have it to pay you
puttin' a pistol up to your face and blastin' yourself
Five in the mornin', burglars at my do'
Glock forty-five in my dresser drawer
Let 'em come in BLAOW
Well he was pushing seven she was barely five
He rode up on his broomstick horse and said you wanna ride
His boots made a funny sound cause they were
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
fairytale
And ninety-five of me is hardwork and I rarely fail.
Even though I'm very pale, I wear a suit of armor and,
In the summer time I ride my
Full of pride and love, he don't say too much but hell, he never did
And you still think he's forty-five and he still thinks that you're a kid
One
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
rocking chair, rocking chair, let's take a ride
let's take a ride to a place outside our world
warm summer night, stars shining bright
the one who thinks that one and one makes
Five steps on the sun
Five steps on the sun
Ten days on this rocket ship I miss my home below
Twenty more in
warm moonlight
Shoot, what time is it
Oops
Six, forty five and sun is arisin'
Me and Michelle and Chantel feel like hell
I'm gonna sleep till
It's a snowy night, the cops shut down the freeway
Big men in plows are out carving up the streets
Below them, jammed on a subway,
I'm with two
all kinds of thing that they not
I'm lost brother, can you help me
Can you help me brother, please
You see what we did, we lost the love
I'm
of the summer, or even twenty below
I'm a bad muthafucka, I'm way too fuckin' cold
Let me tell you what they say, when I'm pullin' off my drawers
They say ooh
And I said, "yes sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie. I put that envelope
Under that garbage." After speakin' to Obie for about forty-five minutes
like I'm Toad
Hop in the forth, that four-forty-four close
It's on, soon as you see 'em, let go
Reloaded it and dump it some more
So we posted up by
Forty-five miles down on the road
turn on the engine, make my heart explode
blazing fierce fire, it's my burning desire
turning to ash
appears
Picked through the summer by young and old
Whose earnings must last through
The winter's cold
By children who have stood with
Their backs bent down
drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
[Verse 1]
29-5 live the courts are pigeon
Blame the economy the courts are living
Of course I'm living, bought some linen,
Take a courts on winning,
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
and blow
Five hundred thousand units off a dime a trow
Forty below, I'm thorough when it's time to throw
The caboose, I'm even hard to be touched by
drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
Forty five
Going ninety five
Thank the lord
That I'm still alive
Yeah
Still alive
Summertime
Still on my
Summer vibes like
A smile and a drink
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