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Sunshine, |
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Chevy outside |
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Cleaning my ride |
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Summer in |
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America Speakers blast |
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The summers like cash |
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Comes and goes so fast |
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Summer in |
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America The grind in my old school time |
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For my skin to shine |
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Yeah, whoa yeah |
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Yeah, whoa yeah |
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Summer in |
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America [Verse 1: Stalley] |
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And the winter just passed |
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Every year feels like it overlaps |
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Then when them months be longer, so it's quiet where they hustle and trap |
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But when the sun peak, everybody doubling back |
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Chevelle keys, a couple of straps |
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Mobbing for a couple of stacks |
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These young boys is hungry |
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So they running up where they holding them at |
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Black mask with no gloves |
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One blast with no love |
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Banging out with blue fuzz |
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Front page, you know us |
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Way to the start the summer off, my foes is back at it again |
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The rest of us is trying to relax and put this smoke up in the wind |
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Listening to these blendtapes |
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Close your eyes and try to escape to a place far away |
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This Middle |
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America heartache |
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Turned into a car race |
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Somehow I find peace in my '73 |
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Caprice It's like my mobile motif |
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My holy sancturary |
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Where all worries are drowned out and buried |
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So keep them lames from anywhere near me |
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You hear me [Bridge: Rashad] (Leaning to the side, but you can't speed through Two miles per hour, so everybody sees you) |
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Summer in |
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America (Adjust the bass and let the Alpine blast) [Hook] [Verse 2: Stalley] |
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Basketball parks is packed |
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Chevy's out front and back |
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Dope boys is shooting |
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Mac To them bopping hoodrats trying to fill they seats up |
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Go ahead, recline, put your feet up |
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To this pimping baby |
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Caprice move like a |
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Mercedes with better features |
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Bench chairs, 10 inch speakers, we |
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OG riding |
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Roll down the windows, turn the sounds up, no lean for hiding |
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This is something and we left all that cold behind us |
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Shook off the rain clouds 50 thou down the drain now |
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Crazy how it rains now |
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We came up then came down |
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A hundred spoke gold |
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D's, candy through the frame now |
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What an American summer |
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A season never affected by how we carry the others |
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This for the muscle riders and all of my lovers |
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The kid inside us that can't wait for these summers cause they be [Bridge] [Hook] |
