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Summer time, here we go again
The homies going out
But I'm just staying in
Cuz now I, gotta get it in
Cuz I ain't tryna slide
If it ain't in a Benz

Something clicked when side B came to end
So, we flipped it to side A to start the whole damn thing again
 
And it took me back to ‘99, summer love,

[Sheek] 
Soon as I cop the nine, I pop the nine 
When I take it out the box, I represent Lox 
Now when I flow, you hit the rewind button 
So I charge

a bum nigga like you would try it (pussy)
I know what you really 'bout
I hear your dick is weak, buddy
It's only replaced by a rubber substitute
We

They say they been running shit I had enough of it bruh they don't do it like me no 
Lil buddy I'm raw Skrate drop no cut in it you can call me OD

Back when the days were slow
In the summer afterglow
Underneath the sky of blue
We were young and having fun
And I still remember you
Oh baby, take me

the sunrise
Always tastes better
With you by my side
Oh tequila and lime
I tell the bartender to mix it up strong
Might call you up to see if you're home
We

Through the swamp of cruel summer sweat
Propelled by the things that haven't killed us yet
In the distance where wildflowers grow
The sunlight shines

the ultimate
Yeah that's perfect
Cause I'm as ultimate as money can get
So get the ghetto blaster, boombox
Whatever you call it
Grab it by the handle and start

on a palette? Maybe
We're not meant to be a museum painting
Immortalized by a few and head-noded-at by most
Maybe our physical distance has created
Too much

to get it out the box
Holding on the magic key don't give no fucks about a lock
Doing high speeds from the cops
And we riding with them Glocks

Everyday we

and light,
Masters of mess, our presence a fright.
From dusk till dawn, in our litter box land,
"Nasty Cats," they call us, but together we stand.

In the dead

passed it over to my homegirl
Music bumping hella loud we in our own world
Neighbors calling the cops on us they call us heathens
But we aint doing nothing

Goyard Bag

Fabolous

Def Jam Presents: Direct Deposit, Vol. 2

2017

Copped the drop top Hummer for the summer yeah
Goyard bag with a hundred yeah
And I know why you mad 'cause I'm stuntin' yeah
Say I know I know

always chicken time
I got niggas in the box, gon' call me collect
I got model bitches that be tryna call me for sex
And you know what they say, "If it

Surrounded by doors that won't open
Shadows of the past make the worst friends
Settle down on the threshold
Call it home for a while

Before we know

It's the summer
Late July
Sipping pink lemonade
All the time
Your skin is hot to the touch
Was that me or, was it the sun 

So call me by your name
I

said it wanted.

And you know the reason I really love the stars is that we cannot hurt them.
We can't bum them or melt them or make them overflow.
We

the phone
I'm upset
Heart's full of regret
Sometimes I wish that we never met
I regret it all
Staring at the walls
Roaming by the halls
Answering no calls

Montevideo

Alfie

Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Twisted Nerve But You Were Afraid to Ask

2001

You may come in.
It's time for you.
I've been thinking that maybe we're making,
Well I feel fine.
So just belong,
To summer sun.
Don't go

Told me she was pregnant by this older nigga and it's over

A couple summers and our teenage love had turned to somethin' slummer
I can't love her

they box the nigga in' I'm running every lane

Family over everything, I put that shit on everything
Getting it with my niggas, yea we headin home

Calling Mr. Welfare

Big Daddy Kane

It's a Big Daddy Thing

1989

get off me!
I tried to tell you the deal last summer
Stay in school, and get yourself a diploma
Now you're on your own, tryin' to make it alone
No

Homeland

Europe

Out of This World/Prisoners in Paradise

2009

Remember that summer
Down by the shoreline
I still can hear those old
Forgotten songs
And we made promises
To last forever
I just can´t belive