I'm a cold one down at the end of the day A little sundown buzz and more on the way I wash a week's worth of dust off my old truck While Bobby Earl runs home to get dressed up Here comes Clifford, gotta forty in a brown bag In his pointed toe boots and a

Ooh, summer's calling A beautiful summer's calling Ooh, summer's calling (I done had a really long winter) A beautiful summer is calling It's been a little cold And not outside Switch up the wardrobe Gotta be dressed for the ride Got hit with a winter

Burnin' all pollution tonight How many rivers This morning I woke up in a curfew Oh God, I was a prisoner, too Could not recognize the faces standing over me All dressed in uniforms of brutality How many rivers do we have to cross Before we can talk to

You better watch out I remember it was late one night In the middle of a dream Woke up in a pool of sweat Thought I heard a scream Ran over to the window sill Stuck my head out for a peek Dressed in black was a man I didn't recognise

Girl can we spend one more night Can we make up just to break up our lives It will be the last night that we spend let's not fight It'll be the last night that we spend let's not fight Two weeks ago I got a note addressed to me from you, babe You're

I wake up and roll some dank up with my niggas I got on the phone and caught up with some bitches I got dressed, I mixed the Tisa with Versace I smoked a joint and took a BR, now I'm irie I'm irie, I'm irie, I'm irie I'm irie, yeah, I'm irie When I'm in

No, it's not supposed to go like that Tommy found his daddy's gun And Joey had never seen one Real cowboy all dressed up As he held it in his hand Said, "You be good and I'll be bad" Then he pulled the trigger back Stopped little Tommy in his tracks

So up rolls a riot van And sparks excitement in the boys But the policemen look annoyed Perhaps these are ones they should avoid Got chased last night From men with truncheons dressed in hats We didn't do that much wrong Still ran away though for the

I think they scared of us, yeah I think they scared of us I think they scared Escobar season begins Black Kemet gods, black Egyptian gods Summoned from heaven, blessed, dressed in only Goyard Homie go hard like stole and rob it in a stolen car Shoot the

I undressed you with my eyes I have Maybe even raped you In a dark and eerie corner of my mind I tucked you there And touched you in a dream last night Pushed you aside when you entered My thoughts at the wrong time I have sat up upon your lap and