In the cold November breeze I just stand here and freeze Won't you summer me soon Won't you summer me soon Won't you summer me soon Won't you summer me soon
is realla then real, yeah Shit is realla then real, ain't it? My true niggas walk wit me, yeah They ride wit me Would you cook pies wit me now, ya heard
show you the rules and parameters Show you how to move with the ooze how to handle it Show you how to cut loose soon as we scramble it On the block soon
with anxiety now 'Cuz she had enough and he had plenty Somebody get me out of here Anybody get me out of here Somebody get me out of here Get me the
see. Jimmy: Sure... Mother: Oh, try to get some sleep, honey. (Father turns out light) Good night. Jimmy: 'Night Mom. Father: Good night, Jimmy. Jimmy: 'Night Dad
burnin' sun above And the fires will soon be starting But this ain't no summer of love Now me and Joey's in his dad's car, overheating Two hundred
On a Mississippi mornin' My dad yelled out a warnin' Son, you better hit that cotton patch soon And on my way down to the field As I passed Old Johnson
we go.... For the man from the Islands... Savage where is at? I wanna go back to the Islands Back to the roots Pack my bags up and be there soon coconut
keep wondering what's gonna be your name I'm gonna be a dad it's all gonna change But I'm glad for the blessing God has gave You'll be born soon sometime
from the high school and get a case of Texas Pride beer. Charge it on my dad?s credit card and get ?em to write it up as oil so dad never knew the difference
only dreaming Please don't wake me. Let the summer sun And Breezes take me. Excuse me if I seem jejeune, I promise I'll find my marbles soon But everywhere
it's come and gone too soon You were there for summer dreaming And you gave me what I need And I hope you find your freedom For eternity, for eternity You were there for summer
the high school and get a case of Texas Pride beer Charge it on my dad?s credit card And get ?em to write it up as oil so dad never knew the difference
with anxiety now, And she had enough, And he had plenty Somebody get me out of here Anybody get me out of here Somebody get me out of here Get me the
we do is speak the truth Shit is realla then real Shit is realla then real My true niggas walk wit me, yeah They ride wit me, cook pies wit me, ya heard
keep wondering what?s gonna be your name I?m gonna be a dad it?s all gonna change But I?m glad for the blessing God has gave You?ll be born soon sometime
the high school and get a case of Texas Pride beer. Charge it on my dad?s credit card and get ?em to write it up as oil so dad never knew the difference
