Lyrics:
a Rolls
Nigga think we just 'bout rapping bitch but dope is getting sold
I'm a young, hot street flame, deep up in the d-game
Smokin' bro, slammin'
sands
And people ran up from my surf, fell down and kissed a promised land
I am a sea with waters green and blue
I am the river still running deep
top of the world
Hands on guitar and start "la la la"
My voice's up high
Summertime, let's go wild!
Summer vibe! Hit me deep inside!
Now my life's
of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
a summer river
It's cool and deep and dark and clean
All overhung by luscious greens
Let's swim all day like platipi
In the summer heat no place for sighs
I
got Papi on my line like, 'When you comin' home?'
My mama see it in my face, she know that somethin' wrong
Bodies droppin' in my city all summer long
I often have wandered in deep contemplation
It seems that the mind runs wild when you're all alone
The way that it could be
The ways that it
On the city walls
Touch her frozen hand
Melt those sad green eyes
With your love
The snow is blue
It cover you
In your eyes
Moon filled eyes
Deep and still
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties
Do what I want when
I flash him a smile
He's too incapable
Can't turn me down
Pockets so deep
Think I might drown
Blowing big O's
I smoke by the pound
whole life passing by
The stormy skies
The green and blue thousand-eyed peacock feathers' fan
The dawning light
Of every summer morning looking at the sea
and some dope, tap dat green vein
Smoke blunts sometime, it's all about that bank
My heart don't pump lemonade, it pump battery juice
Make me pump the trigga
the ghost nigga
I aint gotta roast niggas, they funny anyway
And I aint gotta rap but I do it anyway
Really though man I been quiet the whole summer
Niggas
In the fields once green and gold
Where the summer's breeze was bold
A supercell rages and rolls, swirling vortex
A bubble boils, witchcraft
So
Waiting for summer, his pastures to change
And as the moon rises he sits by his fire
Thinking about women and glasses of beer
And closing his eyes
Which brings me to my other who's significant, We could chill and Netflix, or deep conversation,
By far my favorite, You scheme, I recognize the dream
over-ripened, a town for the innocent
The nights of summer's past
It was green and gold and perfect
I was a wild cat, resting under an outcropping of rock
Waiting for summer, his pastures to change
And as the moon rises he sits by his fire
Thinking about women and glasses of beer
And closing his eyes
wildin' out cause the summer's about to end
He had the hypnotic he was missin with the hand
Of that mean green, laid back with the deep lean on low pro shit
here you won’t find Much wrong
Well it’s those big blue skies over Carolina
The crystal clear mountain spring water
It’s those emerald green pines over
jealous of entities that don't exist
And Kev told me
Bitches, be bad for the biz
I don't know nothing just a bacha
Still sip the matcha,
All I want is green
get the cornah
So good gal y ano me haffi tek me karma
Deep inside ya belly gal ya affi holla
Me name out now me well known by the neighbour
Ya move
it back to basics,
Changing faces, ain't no place for me to go,
Years go by, cause time ain't slow,
Tears are vapour when I can't flow
Thinking
Waiting for summer, his pastures to change
(((And as the moon rises he sits by his fire
Thinking about women and glasses of beer
And closing his eyes
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