[Verse 1: Ian Fletcher]
When I wake I'mma probably get my drink on
Fake mink on, no shirt, fuck with the sink on
Kitchen floor, pink thong, busting speakers Missy Elliot's, "Get Your Freak On"
I'm faded, from this purple haze, Cheech Chong
Hits from the bong, Cyprus Hill, that's my theme song
Post sex, beer pong, no shirts, black tights
Yellow kicks, Black & Yellow, Wiz, call that Dijon, bitch
Day faded in the heat of the summer
I call her "Tazer", she's a natural born stunner
Goin' dumb, but she know's I've been dumber
Get that quick sex, back seat, always burning rubber
Call my brother Josh, with his other other bitch
Not another summer bitch, that never show your mother bitch
But he knows she'll never snitch, goin' under cover bitch
Breaking out a fake I.D. at the door to get in the bitch
Golden Timex on my wrist, Colt 45 still on my grip
Got your sister on my lips, soon she's probably on my hip
Gonna let the whisky drip, chug, sip, cig', spliff
Lick, kiss, back roads stick shift, switch positions stick shift
I tell you, baby this is sick shit
Rolling deep, hit the 40's like I'm pissed and
Next to me I got a honey who's Egyptian
And on the lap another honey straight from Lisbon
Now behind the wheel and I'm trying not to get distracted
But right next to me is the focal point of my attraction
Trying not to speed, but I know I'm 'bout to get some action
What a sight to see, now the car is showing my reaction
Living life like Hamilton's, I'm gettin' it, Washington's, I'm gettin' lit
Ain't nobody ill as this, Concrete still the realest shit
[With Devin McNulty]
Hamilton's, I'm gettin' it, Washington, I'm gettin' lit
Ain't nobody ill as this, Royalty the trillest shit, got damn
[Hook: Devin McNulty & Ian Fletcher]
Sippin' 'till I get my fade
These puffing passing summer days
Jacky D & sour Jane
I'm living in the summer, living in the summer haze
[Post Hook: Josh Rosenberg]
Chug, sip, cig', spliff, I'ma break down
Chug, sip, cig', spliff, I'ma break down
Chug, sip, cig', spliff, I'ma break down
From Phily to Boston to STL, we get down
Chug, sip, cig', spliff, I'ma break down
Chug, sip, cig', spliff, I'ma break down
Chug, sip, cig', spliff, I'ma break down
From Phily to Boston to STL, we get down
[Verse 2: Josh Rosenberg]
Watup? Ya'll know, psh, it's the same old thing
Got nothing but my girl on my brain and on my ACK!
Straight up, she likes it hot
New to the game, think it's lame? But it's not
Only 19, freshly sighted off the block
You doubt me cause I'm white but I got them girls screaming for Josh
Damn, I hit control-F like, find me a girlfriend
And she got that ass like if Serena was human
They call me King Midas cause I've got that golden touch
When I hit it up, never get enough, no if's and's just butts
No studio cause my key's too fresh to rock
Sippin' rum though my I.D.'s too fresh to pop
Shorty said I look something like Dave Franco
Rather be James, but like Max, I go where the bang goes
That's a computer joke, high tech computer smoke
I'm young and I'm drunk, now pass me that rum & coke
The alcoholic's learned to handle his Guinness
I don't have time to fuck around, though I fuck around like it's my business
You'd think that every night I'd thank the lord for my position
How else would I make her scream "Lord" in the position?
Drinking like I glued the glass to my face, skipped my classes today
And put that ass in replace, set the pace
She got me keeping time between the thighs
And then I'll stick it and kick it, like Lawrence Tynes
Josh Rosenberg, yeah, where's my ho's and purp?
You know I'll blow it up like Randy Johnson did that bird
And I'm so fly I wasn't clocked by the second-hand
I'm better than Macklemore, call me the Second-hand Man
So many bitches I'ma need a second hand, man
Rapping so dope I'ma need a second (sniff), damn
I ain't in Outkast, but I'm so fresh and fucking clean
Phily! Walk on concrete but apparently I'm royalty
Kneel for your king
[Hook: Devin McNulty & Ian Fletcher]
Sippin' 'till I get my fade
These puffing passing summer days
Jacky D & sour Jane
I'm living in the summer, living in the summer haze
[Post Hook: Josh Rosenberg]
Chug, sip, cig', spliff, I'ma break down
Chug, sip, cig', spliff, I'ma break down
Chug, sip, cig', spliff, I'ma break down
From Phily to Boston to STL, we get down
Chug, sip, cig', spliff, I'ma break down
Chug, sip, cig', spliff, I'ma break down
Chug, sip, cig', spliff, I'ma break down
From Phily to Boston to STL, we get down
[Verse 3: Devin McNulty]
Highway blasting but the kush still lasting
We got the hotbox and the beats keep crashing
Speeding on the pavement cause my crew out the basement
Blue lights can't stop me, shit, that's my entertainment
Born to be wild, like straight-up, Steppenwolf
My 'tapes and my Royalty, but shit, I be reppin' both
Roll up your Zig-Zags, we got that green apple
Jolly Rancher that shit, then we hitting White Castle
Rayban's & Oakley's cause the smokes unholy
I'mma close on this road head, well damn, hopefully
Cinderella 99, damn so smooth, so fine
Was that my boo or my Jane? Either way, same crime
Roll down the windows before the coppers show
Cause the states give you Alcatraz for just a little blow
I got no cares, we nowhere, millionaire
It's the summer, go hard if ya ain't scared
[Hook: Devin McNulty & Ian Fletcher]
Sippin' 'till I get my fade
These puffing passing summer days
Jacky D & sour Jane
I'm living in the summer, living in the summer haze
[Post Hook: Josh Rosenberg]
Chug, sip, cig', spliff, I'ma break down
Chug, sip, cig', spliff, I'ma break down
Chug, sip, cig', spliff, I'ma break down
From Phily to Boston to STL, we get down
Chug, sip, cig', spliff, I'ma break down
Chug, sip, cig', spliff, I'ma break down
Chug, sip, cig', spliff, I'ma break down
From Phily to Boston to STL, we get down
