Is this everything that you hoped for? Is this everything you've dreamed? Well I wanted to be From this point, you'll see So in this hour Everything
everything will end the same Is this everything that you hoped for? Is this everything you've dreamed? Well, I wanted to be [Incomprehensible] So, in this hour
guns out screamin bout the ocean anybody wanna go with me never knew punk rock could be so pretty now catch your breath and then catch the ball and sit by the phone so
that clings to her lips On a night like this I sing for the bitch (Chorus) Just a lonely summer Slowly dying I was smiling hard But I was lying [Verse 2] So
y?all [Hook: Dres (Emage)] (Summa the time) I?m hitting your face like the breeze (Summa the time) It's like I rip the mic to so many degrees Huh, I'
the top of the estate Life's great! Me and my Brazilian mate Joselito bought a crate of the finest live bait So we push out the boats, just an hour to
away Give me a odd job in the pen for minimum pay Let me out so I can drive down criminal way Pushing the rock, nah this ain't no subliminal Jay The summer
floor that rests in Aurora (Well you can try this Columbian neck-tie on My ideas fly-on electrically charged metallic ions When it comes to stoppin' this
was like "What?" I played it low though, I was like "Yeah, aiight, c'mon then, let's go" It's mad, the shit is so sick, I'm tell you Yo, honey was so
down everybody got guns, let 'em ring you fuckin wit me, let's all go out wit a bang in this last day, this last hour kool-aid chest cowards wit they
him to go to college and join a frat. He enjoyed the rap music, now hatin' his father. And yes, you can guess this created a conflict. So dad made him
Im gonna rock em, while I still got em Our rappin shower has style and power And this, is our disco hour I dont know what all of you have heard So its
money, say cheese in this muthafucka Bitches on your dog like fleas in this muthafucka So many chains might freeze in this muthafucker Walked past a bitch like breeze in this
motherfuckin' Face Mob, Kayslay, New York City Holla at ya goddamn baby We don't rock no motherfuckin' ice, baby We rock this real shit, dog And if
But I'm slicker this year, I'm slicker this year, yea East born Beast candles on Lovely all over the city And your tape deck blasting 7 hours and the