Probably getta summer home, in miami
It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see
Homie popped up with about twenty bags and
We blowin' off the steam when we really unplugged,
The only time i flirt with her
I left for one summer,
Spending too much time having rocks for sale
They know they shouldn't touch me like the third rail
Summer never bummer, till its autumn
I ain't really into sports, that's just where i'm from
Summer school? ya, ok.
Keep losing my way
Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes
To blow off my steam without encountering my death,
So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold
Uphold the enrolled, through the gale you sale scold,
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