Lyrics:
The skies are charcoal gray
It's a dreary downtown day
But
At the end of my forty-foot leash
Is my little friend
Quiche
Quiche La Poodle
Is
oh oh
Well that it's about that time again
I got alotta things I gotta get off my chest
I got alotta stress making it
Harder it to grin
And life been
how to live right just by how to shoot it
Tired of running, choirs is humming
Tell us to visit, we lying about coming
Now back to business, loading
of knowing where
You might have been, time goes by.
All on my own I imagine you
A life in between, all own my own.
Wrote a long letter but it never made
Just takes me back to you
Oh oh oh oh oh slow summer
Oh oh oh oh oh slow summer
Slow summer, breeze from the window
Cars pass by on the street below
It
think about the time we had
Sweet memories
My summer love, summer love
Won't you be mine
My summer love, summer love
Won't you be mine
My summer love,
Sit by my side, come as close as the air
Share in a memory of gray
And wander in my words
Dream about the pictures that I play of changes
Green
to suffer 40 days and 40 nights
Strap on your boots because you got a long ride
[Chorus]
Just another journey, another journey into time
Come on now
Hidden in silence, below barren waste
Confusion, hunger, am I still awake?
Have I ever told you about my time machine?
Sit you down, I'll tell you
need a super bad bitch and a house on the hill
(E-40) From L.A. to the Yay see we be rollin'
Make a bitch purchase a gun report it stolen
The skies are charcoal gray
It's a dreary downtown day
But
At the end of my forty-foot leash
Is my little friend
Quiche
Quiche La Poodle
Is
In the sweet mountain grass
Or she'll make a break
For the high plateau
Where there's nothing above
And there's nothing below
And it's time for
need a super bad bitch and a house on the hill
(E-40) From L.A. to the Yay see we be rollin'
Make a bitch purchase a gun report it stolen
every night
Summer time only time for the good vibes
Summer time
Summer time
Kicking it with the homies and girlies by my side
Summer time there's a party
It's forty long years I have traveled
All by the contents of me pack
Me hammers, me awls and me pinchers
I carry them all on me back
Oh, my wife
our time
[Chorus 1]
It's an endless summer
Boy I want you close to me
In an endless summer
We'll make love and we'll be free
[Chorus 2]
It's
It's forty long years I have traveled
All by the contents of me pack
Me hammers, me awls and me pinchers
I carry them all on me back
Oh, my wife
was so bad to deserve this?
Everything could have been so perfect
But life ain't a fairytale, I'm about to be hoisted up in the air
Forty feet below
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
It was the third of June, another sleepy dusty Delta day
I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was bailin' hay
And at dinner time we stopped
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"It ain't really time to get married
Yet we're still learning each other
Feeling each other out" Meek Mill
Meek has
lyin' if they ever
Say I'm not the truth
I only want to make you mine
And take it slow and take my time
So this one here is just for you
You slidin' by
copped it for the summer
Move a hundred bricks, buy a crib for your mama
One too many enemies, they all for the drama
Count your money by the millions,
my own thing
Put my mama in a mansion, had to relocate
Remember playing hide and seek in a crawl space
Now I could play it in a sixteen-room by
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