Lyrics:
Summer days, summer nights
Running through your playing field, red lights
One hand on the wheel, one hand on my phone
Waiting for your calls
Did you
Farm fresh fields bloom sun on your tan neck
Water sips dripping wet catch your blue eye
It's blueberry season heat heat of the dog days
You've got
I said I'm still ain't giving up (Never)
I'm still ain't missing meals, still stacking I ain't rich enough yet
My niggas, in the field they ain't
Rivers made of cherry pie
Don't trust that orange all he does is lie
And don't mind the fire in the sky
Wasn't set by me
Summer breeze in my hair
I
Kick back, roll a blunt, let's ride Swishers with a Sweetie in my drop-top ride
I be cruisin' down the coast, watchin' summer tides rise
Need a bitch
Bhore bhore mahua chuvan lage rama
(Early in the morning, everyone begins their day by picking up Mahua)
Bhore bhore mahua chuvan lage rama
(Early
your couch
And it's knowin' I'm not shacked by forgotten words and bons
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the back
Take a drive and you'll see
Faded stop signs, no lines, no pavement
Every house you pass by
Surrounded by fields, no shade, let the sun come down
Take it
Seems like we shared
That road to our destiny
In that perfect moment
When burnin’ hearts collided
She said she’d stay
Right after a dazzling summer
your couch
And it's knowin' I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that are dried upon some line
That keeps you in
your couch
And it's knowin' I'm not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the back
your couch
And it's knowin' I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that are dried upon some line
That keeps you in
your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shacked
By forgotten words and boons
And the ink stains
That have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the back
The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home
'Tis summer, the people are gay;
The corn top's ripe and the meadow's in the bloom,
While the birds
to a-street
And it's knowing we're not shacked by forgotten words and bons
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you on the back roads
says, baby, yeah
Baby, you're that girl, that girl, that girl, that girl
That girl she's a sugar-sweet drive by
Hold my dreams in her blue jeans oh my
your couch
And it's knowin' I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon some lines
That keeps you in
(Yeah, this the real spill)
(Oooh, this the real spill)
Ride wit the team
Fuck what you mean
Ride by myself
When I’m lookin for the cream
I call her
Let me take you out on the field, yeah, yeah, yeah
So chill with it
Thinking in a revolution wheel. Is it
Summer yet? Warm to the feel, we
Party
Summer snow
Now I sit hiding my time, hoping for change on a dime
All this time in one place leaves me out in space
End of the year is on us now,
your couch
And it's knowin' I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon some lines
That keeps you in
your couch
And it's knowin' I'm not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in
your couch
And it's knowin' I'm not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in
of when enough is enough
Now Leon McDuff has worked on his daddy's farm everyday since the day that he was born
Plowing in the fields and hoeing in
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