One, two, three, four... I wish I could take this heart in me, and show you all my sides From the inside out, the hope I felt, and why I write these
[Verse 1:] I?ve got a house in the city, I?d love to go. But like a bird in the park, I?d scramble for food. I did everything for you. And she likes
[Verse 1:] She?s got a silver tongue, but I?m keepin? up with time. Don?t plan on stayin? too long, enough to make you mine This isn?t what I do, oh
Wish, wish if you will but not for the cynic in your head or the background noise in your bed The one truth, that I wanna have, the one thing I cant
I got a problem brewing in my hands Cause I planned for adventure and lived in the moments Burdens fell on me the same way they fell on you But I love
shinin' in the sun You got your hair combed back and your sunglasses on, baby And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong After the boys of summer
salons on your hairstyles In the mall steady racking up the air miles Hit the gym, step on the scales stare at the number You say you dropping 10 pounds, preparing for summer
Woke up the other mornin', I heard a rumor They said the gang wars was over I told 'em they was bullshittin', they said it's real as hell Can't explain
happens More fuckin' funerals, dead homies Niggas out here killin' each other I don't know why And when it happens to you just can't turn the other fuckin
nail files Spending hours in salons on your hairstyles In the mall steady racking up the air miles Hit the gym step on the scales stare at the number You say you dropping 10 pounds preparing for summer
and convict this n-gga oh d-ckless n-gga man im runnin with the blucka young money muthaf-cka u bet we gon do our thing well aint it sunny in the summer
like I talk it, plus I got a mean aim Seem strange, cause them thugs keep on creepin up out of the cut Like every other summer, just to fuck a nigga up
yourself somewhere, somehow Blue as the sky, sombre and lonely Sipping tea in a bar by the roadside (Just relax, just relax) Don't you let those other boys
done got yo number In the club you gone feel it when it drop this summer Like rain we gone pour and hit you hard like thunder 'Cuz in the Dirty we dem boys
The new 645, I'll have the first in June Start the summer off, floating wit the guts maroon +Ricky Schroder+ paint job, colored +Silver Spoon+ Boys in
records sold From doin' shows like lollapalooza on the road Buildin' up momentum, whilst spittin' deadly venom Takin' pictures for high times, me mugs and sen Chillin' with the beastie boys
cried, "Puerto Rican Jane, word is down, the cops have found the vein" Them barefoot boys left their homes for the woods Them little barefoot street boys
how independent my pen be, uhh We be on that paper like ink on that paper, uhh [Royce Da 5'9"] You can call it the quickest winter, the unstoppable summer
