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WALLACE - SUMMER PAIN (Official Audio)
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You see the summer time pain, come again, once again Whats a little bit of rain falling over on my name And the hall of fame calling but I keep on walking Got a lot of missed calls but I keep on talking See the summer time pain, come again, once again Whats a little bit of rain falling over on my name And the hall of fame calling but I keep on walking Got a lot of missed calls but I keep on talking Man I feel it in my skinny jeans Walk dark silly me Talking like I'm Billy Jean Fifty three, are you feeling me when I rip the verse Coming down Coming down, Coming down I bring a team allegiance, a lyrical genius I send my bread to Jesus And pray that no one sees this I mean Uncle Cletus And you're just fit to beat us It's easier if you just wanna follow me I chronologically order rappers in the following fashion I might make a evil statement, an Veronica clap them I might make the day last me Yeah, I might make the day last me You see the summer time pain, come again, once again Whats a little bit of rain falling over on my name And the hall of fame calling but I keep on walking Got a lot of missed calls but I keep on talking See the summer time pain, come again, once again Whats a little bit of rain falling over on my name And the hall of fame calling but I keep on walking Got a lot of missed calls but I keep on talking I'm the animorph that came back, pass me the torch I set fire to the moon, call it a back and forth When I'm done rapping I hope my message is spread across galaxies Flip my ass into another dimension But I'm sporadic, I'm rapping a half a addict I'm stacking the bastard ass again Asking to skip the class again Bring it I need to see it, yup, pup When I eat it I'm a beat it up, lunch I'm a tell em that my lump sum Need-a triple double some, tell them that I'm on one Really bitch I'm off one Do you need to look me up? Yup Fuck around bitch you Dixie cup, suck I ain't even done spitting, I'm a lyrical magician Got me in the condition of ripping rappers submission I got the acid tripping visions and these bitches been wishing For young Wally's permission, I might do it and I kill but I Stay rapping and these bitches stay capping The fake drug dealer turned whole school trapping Ain't no rapper gonna do it So young Wally had to do it
Writer(s): Conor Wallace, Wallace Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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