Lyrics:
I wanna hang out by myself in the low-lit gloom of my room
And share a bunch of videos
That make me so happy
I can hear my mama saying
Why you
real world is, only a dream
I love you cat
I love you too
Jour body moved slow and your brain did too
Your mind was wrecked by drugs
I'm glad I don't
From Summer's Caught Ho'in
The Winter Cars Come Out, The Summer Cars Go In
And Some Places Is Breezy, And Some It Start Snow-Ing
And If You Planning
years of my life
Now it's the summer
And I couldn't feel better
Runs on sunny beaches
And corny love letters
Day by day I'm getting more attached
Me
was nothing like them)
I was just doing me
The world seen me first on a SMACK DVD
Dike went to Jail, Mouse had 5
Me and 80 left but the movement
Summer stories that we own could become a film
We could watch it years ago on the DVD
There'll be the house my grandma sold
There'll be people we
a Cutlass
A Regal, a Montague whatever you thuggin'
It's suped up, it's couped up, it fold down with gray sound
When summer hit you gotta keep the roof up
refreshing inner being
Inexpensive, be conservative, inspired by this girl explosive
Fresh summer air, immense gratitude, generating revenue
love
And choices and options
But there was a limit
You know
It was the drum gear
Or a video game system
I couldn't
It wasn't both
We couldn't afford
photos
Of all the artworks I'd made and kept
Since I was kid
The letters
The poems
The videos
Of performances
And then making several copies
Of the digital
on they DVD
I catch him lacking on bro he gon see the 3-0
That bitch see me every week like a P.O
Need to let me love you, I'm giving Neo
In the stu this my
an itch for the puppy love
Mama created a legend out of her only son
Oh, so you won't mind if I go by with a bow tie that was
So tight that I choked twice
Do you even remember the thoughts that I say
Summer nights in December, just talking away
Watching you lose your temper over stupid games
All
a big head later Mr. Lease Split Wig
Fucked around nigga 15, I spend
22's with the shoes, five T.V.'s
PlayStation with that DVD
Smoked out tent no need
wasn't focused on the cue.
I grew up with David Lee and Tiffany,
In love with Billy Jean
And I was terrified of Freddy.
I grew up, no DVD
jack
Kill someone else, then tell them video games did that
And Alterak has told you, cuz you were so pussy to do that by yourself
So they protest me,
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
only grows at a phenomenal rate
Out of 50 I done ran through 39 of these states
The love that I receive I'm earnin it
From the SMACK DVD shit to the 50K
Down to Earth is where we live
Got a summer home on Mars
Look
I ain't popping pills
But I keep my chakra moving
Even when I'm sitting still
Shot a video
of his love of games
(He finished his set that night
By retreating to play
Galaga as John Mayer riffed on guitar) Now
As he spots
The original Pong, Super
the summer, I'll say it's hard getting adjusted to the suburbs. Most hip dads really grew up in the suburbs, hip dads love the city, but hip dads aren't of it.
Yeah, I just shot a video in Yonkers nigga, shit crazy, huh?
And I grew up bumping that motherfucking D-Block
Styles P, you know I get high
That
dollar recording budget, man
Sprite commercials, video directed by Hype
Offer to role in that new move from Spike
Bleach my teeth white, body like D'Angelo
apples by the sea
Or when we wore Moschino and were moving off key
When our chips were down, they weren't beefing 'bout Ps
The purest summers were those
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