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and stay solid Summer around the corner niggas gon party Take their bitches out to Aqua Safari Come back home ask you for money Spend the money like they
fucking to our song It's Dr. Jones by Aqua it's a banger ya'll When I see you and your eyes All I feel is butterflies And it's my oh my, we can die tonight
Momma did it all always stood tall Thanksgiving laughing, always had a ball In the field, she would watch us play football And if I ever need a thing
a real cowboy saved by Amazing Grace He's got the boots and the hat but it ain't for show 'Cause he's been working in the field since the rooster crowed
Comin' down from in the hills Surrounded by the stars Pop a couple pills And spit out a couple bars Flying saucer on some wheels Got us hoppin' out
the eyes in the blinds Aqua to the pine motivation to the grind Diamond in the rough my kind is rare to find Elevate your mind, a star not starstruck Still
Oh, the rain burns on Now that summer's gone Oh, the wind blows strong Now that summer's gone Across the fields we ran To emerald castles, banned
'Cross the field where the [unverified] turns back By the old stump road I'm gonna take you to a special place That nobody knows, baby, get ready You
Wish myself away almost every night Wish myself to a field by the M25 In a random summer of love In a random summer of love On a random party
on the grill—“Please pass another bun.” The corn grows in the field. I can’t wait to take a bite. With a little salt and butter, it’s such a sweet delight. In summer
a state of mind Verse 2: I pass the fields and the waving corn The miles fly by, the world reborn I'm singing at the top of my lungs This moment's mine,
the Pacewon-er, more hot than late summer Eighth wonder of the bass drum Who can touch your melon you can tell 'em PACEWON! You only do what Pace says Bottle up
way I'm out in the field like everyday Can't you see by the look In my face A Nigga was born In a dangerous place Ok ok, How you ain't heard no face
you sit here on this porch and wonder How the time flies by Or does it seem to barely creep along With 75 Septembers come and gone Were the fields
Lemon gin, corn fields plowed under Cigarettes, Southern Comfort With your friends behind the bleachers It's night, let's dance He's gonna be
oh oh So CG but a nigga stay real Though I'm fly I'm ill I'm running shit 3-points, field goal Rappers used to laugh like I tripped and fell
on the backseat while the sun is shining down Feel the heat beside the field, we're jamming to the beat Whohoo Remembering this summer day Whoohoo When you sing by
I got that Sun kissed Brown skin Summer blonde By the countryside I'm going off the grid Just you and I Gotta spend some time Blue skies Green
Summer time we get hot hot Prolly with ya with yo hoe But I only want the top stop Playing dem games we spend a bag tryna opp watch Crop em out he
And we'd go roamin'... When the sun was sinking low we'd leave the fields behind To think about another day for it was summer time And we'd go roamin'...
crazy, something says baby, yeah, maybe 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
sperm's in the gutter -- your love's in the sink. So you ride yourselves over the fields and You make all your animal deals and Your wise men don't know
Its a bit unfair Tales of my innocence heavily lives within What wasn't meant to be Summers driving by the blue Your field of emeralds My sea
You're like waking in the morning by a mountain stream You're like watching that eagle floating on the breeze As I listen to you dreaming by my
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