Lyrics


I don’t wanna be in here
club packed, I’m where the drugs at
can’t see in here
hella underage girls, no ID i fear
two things, goin’ to jail and hell
my image of the afterlife a lil’ different than yours
don’t get me wrong, i was livin’ before
several players on the roster, I’m Pippen n Jordan
somethin’ inside me, felt like I was trippin’; important
that’s how i felt when i started winnin’, endorsements
dropped down like stalactites
money make the women wanna act right
it’s the summer she resemblin’ a snack, like
i put a halo in her hair like a backlight
saw me rappin’ in person said I’m mad nice
now I’m in her maze like lab mice
lately i’m feelin’
legitimately proud of myself
got my eyes down standin’ in the Compound
or in Onyx while the ass make clap sounds
tryna figure why the fuck I’m in a strip club
never tip ‘cause I do not got it
gon’ do it Big, poppin’ Cris, I’m not Wallace
this is my product, I don’t move narcotics
see you in the VIP, cash drip
face cyan like Crips
i be worried ‘bout money on trips to South Beach
please remind me
why should i leave
my apartment, I’m busy chasin’ pipe dreams
never suicide, i ain’t doin’ no high knees
but sometimes… i be wonderin’ what it’s all for
i am not blendin’ wit’ y’all tho
i do not smoke but i’m still in ya rotation
every time i do a show i get a ovation
i been so patient
you know i hate goin’ outside

Hook

It don’t really feel like the summer (don’t feel)
ain’t no love shinin’ on me, on me (on me)
when it come I’ll probably O.D., O.D. (it’s too much love for)
it don’t feel like summer fo’ me, fo’ me


Verse 2

Me and my homies
we just been plottin’ bout world domination
the only time i leave the house
maybe i got a lil show or somebody i know
got an event i dap ‘em and bounce
watchin’ my figures from streamin’
and radio really ain’t payin’ i never announced
numbers tell me i got fans in Australia
still feel like a failure, does that really count?
ladies been throwin’ me roses, lovin’ my lyrics
it’s touchin’ ‘em deep in they soul
can somebody who knows
translate that shit into shows
not tryna quit on my prose
but my 9 to 5 is so blah i don’t know
how I’m s’posed to show up and do this shit like 24/7
for 365, 52 weeks i can’t do this, my song gotta cry, for me
‘cause I don’t see ‘em comin’ down mine
every time I feel like imma drown my,
fans tellin’ me to stick around I,
see too many people givin’ up on themselves
I got somethin’ the world needs
the summer got dark leaves
i part trees w/ all of these scriptures
borne from being intro-verted
reword it and make it sound cool
I found you