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Summer Wind
5
Hip-Hop/Rap
Summer Wind was released on October 12, 2018 by Our Society LLC as a part of the album Summer Wind - Single
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Release DateOctober 12, 2018
LabelOur Society LLC
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

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Lyrics

Done being humble, I’m the nicest, y’all don’t know it yet
I’m militant, I’m with the soldiers, feel like Bobba Fett
You feel like you my competition, that’s a mighty stretch
Every line will break the speed of sound, like fighter jets
If you in the Coast, check in with us so we can issue clearance
OS the government in secret move like politicians
I move work on the streets, got a bengals strips
It’s still checks over stripes, yeah that’s what we like
I’m making music for myself and not for nobody else
That’s what you do when you on top and they below your belt
I see a lot that’s on a Drift and though they need my help
I gotta keep it pushing, I remember how that felt
I’m colder than 3 polar bears doing snow angels
Mac died, now I look at like with different angles
I don’t do strings attached, I know how things get tangled
I keep a happy wife, I don’t be out here acting single
I guess being faithful ain’t the coolest thing to do
I’m smart enough to know I got a lot a things to lose
And trust me, it will be November for you blink your eyes
I feel it’s time that everybody stop pressing snooze
We built from the ground up
Ain’t no go fund me accounts to help my sound bruh
When nobody would love me, I was there to make myself tough
Now everybody say they love me, but I know it’s not love
I had to cut family off, I learned that blood ain’t everything
I got brothers that’s here and we don’t share no parenting
I got a real one at home and she deserve a wedding ring
I got a dream to catch, so please don’t think I’m out here playing games
I got real problems
F the drama
Built my self esteem, like a packed sauna
Consciousness on Dalai Lama
Rhyming since I exit momma
Tryna get a couple commas
Visioned it, got premonitions, never wishing to a comet
I been working triple shifts, and getting sick
I’m trying make them digits flip,I’m losing sleep
I cannot slip, I know they want me dead for it, got leverage
I pull the lever, watch how many heads I split
I’m heaven sent, Im razor scooters to your shin, ouch!
Written by: Khaleefa Hakim Muhammad
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