Текст песни SUMMER III (OUTRO) (feat. Lil EZ, Kermode Zay & Rob Buck) - FLEAU

In December
We in December
Smoking bowls back to back in the Rolls Royce rover
No hangovers
Ain't had shit in September
In the summer time, working back to back
There was some crumby times
Now it's money times, getting bands
No time for funny times
No more momma scrutinize since the summer time
I get dummy high
And I'm breaking down your walls
Only repping brands you won't find in no mall
Call me Victor way I ball
And talk about when mañana or your mama
Who fed me marijuana
Or your pretty señorita
And I get hoes
Like Columbus
The names are Niña
And Pinta
And Santa María
And I'm straight heat
Like a song by Greta Van Fleet
This shit sweet, I'mma play it on repeat

I'mma play it on repeat
'Til you fall asleep
'Til you fall asleep
'Til you fall asleep
We in December
In December
In December I'm really on a jam
I throw you in a cell and I read you your Miranda
Your Miranda
Your Miranda
Yo Miranda
Yo Maria
I think I'm drunk (it's lit)

Shoutout Rob, man this beat hit crack in the 80's
Now Zay about to fuck this up just like I do the tendies in Davies
We flowing on the summa beat like the water in the Euphrates
And any time we say I can't, I'mma do it with great ease
Zay just scammed your great grandmother, insurance check
Got this cash and separate the bills in different sects
'Cause the money my religion
Practicing what I preach
As I'm sitting reminiscing about the Wendy's 4 for 4
Need it back like I need air to breathe
Now that shit cost like six bucks and it don't hit the same
Sick of corporations, capitalism and greed
Just want some cheap food that smacks when I playing monkey game
Shoutout Ninja Kiwi, know I've said it before
But Bloons Tower Defense just about saved my life
Popping balloons at the top floor of the Lismore
That one hero monkey Sauda pop balloons with her knife

I'mma play it on repeat
'Til you fall asleep
'Til you fall asleep
'Til you fall asleep
We in December
In December
In December I'm really on a jam
I throw you in a cell and I read you your Miranda
Your Miranda
Your Miranda
Yo Miranda
Yo Maria
I think I'm drunk (ah)

Ayo the road of life, it ain't ending pack a bowl
Bitch it's summer time
Frisbee in the air, watch it float
Bitch let's float down the Chip'
Blunt in hand, rum 'n' Coke
Yeah I'm soaking in all of the sunlight
My skin is toasted
But she still don't love me
Invisibility cloaking every time she walking past me
Because she got my heart choking
It ain't broken, don't worry
Got the bad bitches all soaking
Yeah they phoning just to moan and
I don't got no time for blowing all this time in my life
That I was given, find my purpose
Relating to others by rehearsing all these verses
And lift the toughest weights off my chest that I couldn't do in Churches
Create an auditory world that you can immerse in
And escape reality for the temporary time being
Bitch we talking time travel, hearing is believing
I'm a Time Lord, I ain't on this Earth for too long
But this is Summa III bitch
I'm here to stay let's rip the bong

Light up the you-know-what
Hop in the whip and take a puff
I throw the key in the ignition
Then I shift it in drive
Got odor coming out the trunk and shades are red up in my eyes
So I'mma do the speed limit and stop at the lights
I'm DUI right now, I don't belong behind the wheel
Because tipping this bitch sober man, I just don't see the appeal
Need me a crazy bitch like the producers on Dr. Phil
Or a big shorty back me down like her name is Shaquille
What? Ah... (boo)
You know shit, I'll never say a vegged bar ever again, my bad (boo)
She put her head on my balls like a number 9 that play for Brazil
That booty out of this world, you would think she's an extra-terrestrial
Armed 'n' dangerous, might kill a terrorist like a trained Navy SEAL
But also down to chill, eat fish like a regular seal
I'm thinking about some Kwik Trip grub, it might be my next meal
Light a bowl then go hop in my automobile

I'mma play it on repeat
'Til you fall asleep
'Til you fall asleep
'Til you fall asleep
We in December
In December
In December I'm really on a jam
I throw you in a cell and I read you your Miranda
Your Miranda
Your Miranda
Yo Miranda
Yo Maria
I think I'm drunk (it's lit)