Before The Summer Broke (All Grown Up Version) Lyrics
| Song | Before The Summer Broke (All Grown Up Version) |
| Artist | Jean Grae |
| Album | Gotham Down Deluxe |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Intro] | |
| I spent about a half'a month | |
| Thinking about the universal laws of karma, bullshit | |
| And all that everybody really wants | |
| To contrast to what they need will make you fuckin’ want to fuckin’ pull clips | |
| From everything you’ve ever seen | |
| Wind it back at half-speed | |
| Just to find the part where niggas lied to you | |
| So check my scene if it applies to you | |
| If not, fuck it; turn it off, bye to you | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| But anyway, I’m back again | |
| Hope you don't miss me, Black FM | |
| Feet firmly planted in the clouds as always | |
| A sack of dreams deferred, I'll leave em in the hallway | |
| Don’t worry, you won’t have to see em | |
| Coincidence you want the bars, I want my freedom | |
| I guess this is the necessary lead-in | |
| Before the scars, loss, boys, feelings oh gosh | |
| Know when Jeanie be going in on her demons, how far | |
| And not even revealing all the cards | |
| I deal, I dealt with blows beyond the belt, pause | |
| Shit that if I told you, you’d be drinking like myself, god | |
| But I’m all right without a reason to do well, star | |
| My Mama was the last thing I wrote the tales for | |
| Inside I’m tailspinning down with napalm | |
| Strapped to my brain and on my back a flamethrower | |
| Oh, you love it, what you came for | |
| I tell myself that, I don’t really give a fuck what they want | |
| But they paying for it, so pay it forward | |
| Try to think of it like that to save thoughts | |
| I'd be like, I’ll be right back in the same song | |
| Never return and leave the happiest of days more | |
| Cause I don’t get what you be putting me in lanes for | |
| It’s fucking music, what you giving it a name for | |
| [Hook x2] | |
| I’ve been sayin' everything’s going fine, just takin' some days off | |
| Like everything don’t pay it no mind, been puttin' a face on | |
| But motherfucker, I’ve been goddamn lyin', I’m takin' the grace off | |
| To go back in time, before the summer broke | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Well, I guess this is what I aimed for | |
| It's fucking music, what you giving it a name for | |
| I don’t get what you be putting me in lanes for | |
| Never return and leave the happiest of days more | |
| I'd be like, I’ll be right back in the same song | |
| I try to think of it like that, but it seems wrong | |
| Pay it forward, they paying for it | |
| I don’t really give a fuck whatever they want | |
| They love it right, it’s what you came for | |
| I tell myself that, it ain't more | |
| Strapped to my brain, on my back a flamethrower | |
| Inside I’m tailspinning down with napalm | |
| My Mama was the thing I wrote the tales for | |
| I’m all right without a reason, doing well, false | |
| Shit if I told you you’d be drinking like myself, god | |
| How far I got in not revealing all the cards | |
| Oh GOSH | |
| Got Jeanie dishing on her demons | |
| After the scars, loss, boys, feelings | |
| I guess this is the necessary heart bleeding | |
| You want the bars, I want freedom | |
| Dreams deferred, you don’t see ‘em | |
| Keeping my word, so no fleeing | |
| Feet on the ground, always | |
| You can’t stop the wheels of a lost day | |
| [Hook] |
| Intro | |
| I spent about a half' a month | |
| Thinking about the universal laws of karma, bullshit | |
| And all that everybody really wants | |
| To contrast to what they need will make you fuckin' want to fuckin' pull clips | |
| From everything you' ve ever seen | |
| Wind it back at halfspeed | |
| Just to find the part where niggas lied to you | |
| So check my scene if it applies to you | |
| If not, fuck it turn it off, bye to you | |
| Verse 1 | |
| But anyway, I' m back again | |
| Hope you don' t miss me, Black FM | |
| Feet firmly planted in the clouds as always | |
| A sack of dreams deferred, I' ll leave em in the hallway | |
| Don' t worry, you won' t have to see em | |
| Coincidence you want the bars, I want my freedom | |
| I guess this is the necessary leadin | |
| Before the scars, loss, boys, feelings oh gosh | |
| Know when Jeanie be going in on her demons, how far | |
| And not even revealing all the cards | |
| I deal, I dealt with blows beyond the belt, pause | |
| Shit that if I told you, you' d be drinking like myself, god | |
| But I' m all right without a reason to do well, star | |
| My Mama was the last thing I wrote the tales for | |
| Inside I' m tailspinning down with napalm | |
| Strapped to my brain and on my back a flamethrower | |
| Oh, you love it, what you came for | |
| I tell myself that, I don' t really give a fuck what they want | |
| But they paying for it, so pay it forward | |
| Try to think of it like that to save thoughts | |
| I' d be like, I' ll be right back in the same song | |
| Never return and leave the happiest of days more | |
| Cause I don' t get what you be putting me in lanes for | |
| It' s fucking music, what you giving it a name for | |
| Hook x2 | |
| I' ve been sayin' everything' s going fine, just takin' some days off | |
| Like everything don' t pay it no mind, been puttin' a face on | |
| But motherfucker, I' ve been goddamn lyin', I' m takin' the grace off | |
| To go back in time, before the summer broke | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Well, I guess this is what I aimed for | |
| It' s fucking music, what you giving it a name for | |
| I don' t get what you be putting me in lanes for | |
| Never return and leave the happiest of days more | |
| I' d be like, I' ll be right back in the same song | |
| I try to think of it like that, but it seems wrong | |
| Pay it forward, they paying for it | |
| I don' t really give a fuck whatever they want | |
| They love it right, it' s what you came for | |
| I tell myself that, it ain' t more | |
| Strapped to my brain, on my back a flamethrower | |
| Inside I' m tailspinning down with napalm | |
| My Mama was the thing I wrote the tales for | |
| I' m all right without a reason, doing well, false | |
| Shit if I told you you' d be drinking like myself, god | |
| How far I got in not revealing all the cards | |
| Oh GOSH | |
| Got Jeanie dishing on her demons | |
| After the scars, loss, boys, feelings | |
| I guess this is the necessary heart bleeding | |
| You want the bars, I want freedom | |
| Dreams deferred, you don' t see ' em | |
| Keeping my word, so no fleeing | |
| Feet on the ground, always | |
| You can' t stop the wheels of a lost day | |
| Hook |
| Intro | |
| I spent about a half' a month | |
| Thinking about the universal laws of karma, bullshit | |
| And all that everybody really wants | |
| To contrast to what they need will make you fuckin' want to fuckin' pull clips | |
| From everything you' ve ever seen | |
| Wind it back at halfspeed | |
| Just to find the part where niggas lied to you | |
| So check my scene if it applies to you | |
| If not, fuck it turn it off, bye to you | |
| Verse 1 | |
| But anyway, I' m back again | |
| Hope you don' t miss me, Black FM | |
| Feet firmly planted in the clouds as always | |
| A sack of dreams deferred, I' ll leave em in the hallway | |
| Don' t worry, you won' t have to see em | |
| Coincidence you want the bars, I want my freedom | |
| I guess this is the necessary leadin | |
| Before the scars, loss, boys, feelings oh gosh | |
| Know when Jeanie be going in on her demons, how far | |
| And not even revealing all the cards | |
| I deal, I dealt with blows beyond the belt, pause | |
| Shit that if I told you, you' d be drinking like myself, god | |
| But I' m all right without a reason to do well, star | |
| My Mama was the last thing I wrote the tales for | |
| Inside I' m tailspinning down with napalm | |
| Strapped to my brain and on my back a flamethrower | |
| Oh, you love it, what you came for | |
| I tell myself that, I don' t really give a fuck what they want | |
| But they paying for it, so pay it forward | |
| Try to think of it like that to save thoughts | |
| I' d be like, I' ll be right back in the same song | |
| Never return and leave the happiest of days more | |
| Cause I don' t get what you be putting me in lanes for | |
| It' s fucking music, what you giving it a name for | |
| Hook x2 | |
| I' ve been sayin' everything' s going fine, just takin' some days off | |
| Like everything don' t pay it no mind, been puttin' a face on | |
| But motherfucker, I' ve been goddamn lyin', I' m takin' the grace off | |
| To go back in time, before the summer broke | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Well, I guess this is what I aimed for | |
| It' s fucking music, what you giving it a name for | |
| I don' t get what you be putting me in lanes for | |
| Never return and leave the happiest of days more | |
| I' d be like, I' ll be right back in the same song | |
| I try to think of it like that, but it seems wrong | |
| Pay it forward, they paying for it | |
| I don' t really give a fuck whatever they want | |
| They love it right, it' s what you came for | |
| I tell myself that, it ain' t more | |
| Strapped to my brain, on my back a flamethrower | |
| Inside I' m tailspinning down with napalm | |
| My Mama was the thing I wrote the tales for | |
| I' m all right without a reason, doing well, false | |
| Shit if I told you you' d be drinking like myself, god | |
| How far I got in not revealing all the cards | |
| Oh GOSH | |
| Got Jeanie dishing on her demons | |
| After the scars, loss, boys, feelings | |
| I guess this is the necessary heart bleeding | |
| You want the bars, I want freedom | |
| Dreams deferred, you don' t see ' em | |
| Keeping my word, so no fleeing | |
| Feet on the ground, always | |
| You can' t stop the wheels of a lost day | |
| Hook |
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