In the heat of the summer,
Good love then i can do that for her
They had a hell of a run
The bigger the the fun
So call the coroner or the mortician for the the
But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga
The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,
Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag
Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored
I'm crazy as a ouija board, at a vacated beach resort,
Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,
You are always there when i slip up i just don't care never really learned
And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth
In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.
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