Текст песни Summer Days - Young Jimmy

Hmmm
Hmm
Fear is gone, without a trace
Guitar screams in your face
Bad bitches love the taste
Sex is natural masturbate
I'm coming all the way
Here I come ride the wave
Get what's owed to me
Champagne and trophies
Accommodated by bad bitches
With a small, small waist
Contemplating the come-up of a nigga who made it
I hail from a land far far away
Project playgrounds I would play
As a kid on Summer Days

Summer Days
On Summer Days
On Summer Days

I had a dream, that one day
I would die and go away
They all would say "Man that boy could really play"
Should a man's ego be thrown away
Men reduced to beggars all lost their way
Started in this business as a slave
A rat in a maze on that paper chase
Conflicted Morals all thrown away
Gun sounds keep you awake
On Summer Days

Summer Days
On Summer Days
On Summer Days
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Ouuuuu
Ouuuuu
Summer Days