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Data di rilascio: 25.10.2018
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Summer '09 |
I don’t fucking like you |
I ain’t ever like you |
I ain’t ever lied |
This shit has 2010 on it |
Shit, I’ll drop a 10 on it |
Do you got a 5? |
I’ve been on the fence (oh yeah) |
I set down the pen |
And I picked up where I left |
Did I make this fucking mess? |
Open up a window |
I want to see the sun |
Just to feel what it says |
Did nobody warn me |
That it started storming |
Clothes on the bed |
I need time to get dressed (yeah) |
This shit is reminiscent of my come up |
Shit a four way stop, I think I might just pull up |
Feel like summer '09, hold on, let me warm up |
Before Jermaine even dropped, before he dropped the Warm Up |
Told myself, hell nah, I can’t change, I’m too paid |
Most of y’all so cap, you only rocking toupees |
Been in love, but, I’m working on just being okay |
But, sometimes I wonder if I’ve had enough, had enough |
'Cause I’ve been trying not to lose my shit before that shit gets me in trouble |
(oh) |
Fuck it, let’s just keep on going, little further, I don’t think that this our |
exit (no) |
I don’t fucking like you |
I ain’t ever like you |
I ain’t ever lied |
This shit has 2010 on it |
Shit, I’ll drop a 10 on it |
Do you got a 5? |
I just need a chance (oh yeah) |
Oh, was that my chance? |
Yeah |
This shit is reminiscent of my old days |
With my hand stretched out, still in the hallway |
Like, fuck it, maybe I won’t even go in |
Maybe I’ll skip class, ain’t like I won’t pass |
Put a finger up, separated by a fuck you |
Is right now a bad time to say I want to fuck you? |
Is right now a good time to show myself out? |
I prefer clothes on the floor, not closed doors, yeah |
I don’t have a favorite rapper (nah) |
I don’t even like rapping (nah) |
I kind of want a new profession (yup) |
But, that feels like a bad decision |
So, I’m gon' keep on going, little further, I don’t think that this my exit (oh) |
This shit is reminiscent of my fucking job |
Swear I’m clocked in even when the shit ain’t on the wall |
Do my best not to fuck that shit up and smile through it |
But, I’m 25 dawg, I just want to make music |
Shit, I watched Mac Miller, Wiz, Logic, Chance, Cole |
Big Sean, Mike Pos, fuck it, where’d the time go |
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about it |
We’re the same age dawg, shit, think about it, yeah |
This ain’t a what if now, it’s just a when the fuck? |
How much you gotta give 'til you giving up? |
And if you get ahead, should you let it up? |
Or keep that shit moving like you’re taking lunch? |
And if this shit a race, am I keeping up? |
Or am I sidelines throwing finger guns? |
I don’t fucking like you, I never liked you |
But, I’m in love, fuck |