One, two, three, four... I wish I could take this heart in me, and show you all my sides From the inside out, the hope I felt, and why I write these
[Verse 1:] I?ve got a house in the city, I?d love to go. But like a bird in the park, I?d scramble for food. I did everything for you. And she likes
[Verse 1:] She?s got a silver tongue, but I?m keepin? up with time. Don?t plan on stayin? too long, enough to make you mine This isn?t what I do, oh
Wish, wish if you will but not for the cynic in your head or the background noise in your bed The one truth, that I wanna have, the one thing I cant
I got a problem brewing in my hands Cause I planned for adventure and lived in the moments Burdens fell on me the same way they fell on you But I love
shinin' in the sun You got your hair combed back and your sunglasses on, baby And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong After the boys of summer
us Busting at other hoods, when they had a price on us Listening to flow tapes, people saying rewind it Pulling out my piece, and bystanders get blinded From winter to summer
a maze of bullet strays haze and Hummer jeeps Players and summer freaks Beats so lovely streets so guttery Is it the clubs that we tear up? or the other
peeped that she was gettin out the rappity bad, pullen out reefer How could this be all this lust from me The other Tics hopped out and got on the other
squinty eyes I'm the only part of summer here That made it inside In the air-conditioned building Decorated with coporate flair I wonder Can these boys
Me and the other kids from the neighborhood We played out on the street all summer long Rule was, we had to go home at night when the street lights came
the mall steady racking up the air miles hit the gym step on the scales stare at the number you say you dropping 10 pounds preparing for summer and you
a week After the click blew, I just pooped up in the F150 Cash Money brothas, we brothas like no other Click thicker than peanut-butter We shined this summer
week After the click blew, I just pooped up in the F150 Cash Money brothas, we brothas like no other Click thicker than peanut-butter We shined this summer
you play games with other girls and boys? "We have no friends and we hate our toys!" Nothing? "Nothing ! Nothing !" What did you do all last summer? "
I talk it, plus I got a mean aim Seem strange, cause them thugs keep on creepin up out of the cut Like every other summer, just to fuck a nigga up We
No I'm not a gentleman, nope that's a slap in the face, huh You think you hot shit? I'll take a dump at your house in the summer Still you're pungeant
for my luggage, face on screen for everything I doez in da public. Boy wonder, make the other boys wonder how we keep it comin different every summa.
