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Summer


Jaden Smith Lyrics

 

Summer Lyrics

Summer by Jaden Smith


Yea it's summer
(And I'm slizzy)
Holistic garden tripping till I'm sunburnt
(Yea I'm bout that sh*t)
Got a show in Baja Mar and it's a runner
(Bout to mushroom through)
Yea it's raining baby, it's about to thunder
Had a drink, we need another, cause it's summer

Yea it's summer
I got hitters in the suburbs
(I got hittas)
You're so pretty, nice to meet you, what's your number
(Nice to meet you)
I pop a pill and then we f**k into a slumber
(Poppin pillies)
And now my hand print on your ass because you're sunburnt

I got magic up my sleeve like I'm Dumbledor
Little goodie, two shoes, let's get in trouble more
And we in a bungalow, the hotel got another floor
Putting towels under doors because it's summer
Kyle told me, "Jaden get back on your Philly ting,
If you ain't popping in the streets then you ain't doin' sh*t"
Rainbow diamonds in my teeth so now I'm flowin' with it (Rainbow drip)
And the swim trunks underneath because it's summer

Yea it's summer
I got hitters in the suburbs
(I got hittas)
You're so pretty, nice to meet you, what's your number
(Let me get it)
I pop a pill and then we f**k into a slumber
(Niggas trippy)
And now my hand print on your ass because you're sunburnt

Super soak, cannon ball, hidden roads, always packing different clothes
Super slow, got you dancing in your room making videos
There you are, satellite, even when the city's closed
Thinking about falling in love with you because its summer

Day trippin', plane switchin'
When we pull up it be way different
Lemonade tinted lenses
We ain't playin' with them
When I look up at the sky I only see the vision
At your mom's house on the grass because it's summer

Yea it's summer
I got hitters in the suburbs
(I got hittas)
You're so pretty, nice to meet you, what's your number
(Let me get it)
I pop a pill and then we f**k into a slumber
(Niggas trippy)
And now my hand print on your ass because you're sunburnt

Yea it's summer
I got hitters in the suburbs
(I got hittas)
You're so pretty, nice to meet you, what's your number
(Let me get it)
I pop a pill and then we f**k into a slumber
(Niggas trippy)
And now my hand print on your ass because you're sunburnt



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