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Summer's End
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Summer's End was released on September 9, 2021 by SDG Records as a part of the album Summertime
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Release DateSeptember 9, 2021
LabelSDG Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM83

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marshall Drayton
Marshall Drayton
Songwriter
Deon Sams
Deon Sams
Songwriter

Lyrics

Time for reflection
**** always gotta whole lot to say
But don't have half the investments
Back and forth on 85, no time for the stressing
Even if I gotta take it **** imma find me a blessing.
Suns out guns out
I was always the smart ****
But any disrespect and we gone dumb out
Soon as the sun out
All the beef come out
And they ain't tryna make the band when **** bring that drum out
**** had clips
**** had chips
We was all over the city even though we ain't have whips
We was living wild
We ain't have sense
Looking back them was the best times even though we ain't have shit.
Can't wait to make that call and tell mama I made it
Fuck all the **** that hated
Your bitch say all of my songs is her favorite
That why she sing along when they play it
But this ain't a song along
How many bitches am I gone bring along
Gone of the liquor it got me thinking wrong
Had to get right cuz I was living wrong
I was living wrong
Time for progression
If you ain't living your right then why's mine in the question
Don't throw rocks at the sun
You **** can't reach
And you looking like sheep with all that passive aggression
And we been at you **** necks like Jim Crow
**** ain't solid, them **** change how the wind blow
They don't know what they in for
Tryna get ahead
You get a lil bread and now everybody kinfolk
Somethings gotta give
Gotta get it by all means **** get it how you live
And don't eat where you shit
Always keep a lil gas in case you have to burn a bridge
Sometimes I hit the weed and I feel like I can flyyyyyy
But this ain't a song along
How many bitches am I gone bring along
Gone of the liquor it got me thinking wrong
Had to get right cuz I was living wrong
How many women could I fuck from each and every state
How many of my homies gone behind a deadly fate
How many P's to throwaway till I should hit the brakes
Scattered thoughts fiddle through my conscious when sativa bakes
Gone off that henny and remy, I'm on hemi
Moving fast blowing through cash I'm on stimmy
Bitches all up in my face and race who want win me
Look I don't got the space nor place now gone shimmy
I'm living like the opposite of right
In the opposite of bright
I'm the opposite of tight
With the opposite of lite
Or the opposite of slight
Without the opposite of quite
And got the opposite of spite so what that tell you huh
Everything that go around come in a full sphere
Which make it hard being evasive a full fare
Even on bad day I'm giving a full share
To a chick that need a gentleman ready to pull hair huh
Written by: Deon Sams, Marshall Drayton
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