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Summer's Over
Hip-Hop/Rap
Summer's Over was released on November 18, 2025 by So Independent Media Company as a part of the album Summer's Over - Single
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Release DateNovember 18, 2025
LabelSo Independent Media Company
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Flowman
Flowman
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vincent B Arnold
Vincent B Arnold
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Flowman
Flowman
Producer

Lyrics

It's startin' to cool down now
Winter's coming
It's my turn now
Haha
Summer's gone cold, so I'm heatin' up the stove
Competitors froze while I'm cashin' in the gold
They was playin' with they streams, chasin' TikTok fame
I was buildin' in the silence, now I'm runnin' the game
Numbers don't lie, check the balance, check the charts
They careers like autumn leaves, blow away and de-part
I'm recession re-sistant, grind never on pause
Crypto in the wallet, LLCs in the laws
Smooth with the hustle, yeah, the flows still butter
Got the city in my corner, every verse make 'em stutter
No anthem for the summer? That's a tragic mistake
So I'm here to take the crown, let the record rotate
Independent mind with a millionaire's game plan
Every season, every cycle, I'm the last one standin'
Summer's over, winter comin', but the throne still mine
It's RTF forever, let the legacy shine
Summer's over, but the trunk still bangin'
Candy paint drippin', bad bitches still swangin'
I don't need the sun, got the ice still hangin'
Haters throwin' shade, but the slab still flamin'
Top down, wood grain, let the bass talk
Pocket full of hunnids when I money walk
Seasons change, but the hustle don't stop
Been stuntin' year round - man, I always been hot
Yeah, look...
Summer coolin' off, I'm the one they call the heater,
Swagger seasoned proper, I'm the leader, not a tweeter
Competition talkin' loud, but they hustle never show,
They was flexin' on the 'Gram, I was cashin' out some mo'
I'm recession-proof, flip a dime to a dollar,
They records sound borrowed; they knowin' I'ma scholar
Ain't no song of the summer y'all was playin' in the shade
So I came to set it straight, like the rent I always paid
From the block to the charts, every season I'm invested
It's the SuperFlowSpitta — don't debate it, don't test it
When the nights get cold, I'm the fire in the verse
While they playlists dry up, mine forever quench thirst
See the game need order, so I'm here to restore
If success the new season, then I'm changin' the score
So when summer's over, know the crown don't shift
It's Spitta in the flesh, boy, the gift and the lift...yes!
Summer's over, but the trunk still bangin'
Candy paint drippin', bad bitches still swangin'
I don't need the sun, got the ice still hangin'
Haters throwin' shade, but the slab still flamin'
Top down, wood grain, let the bass talk
Pocket full of hunnids when I money walk
Seasons change, but the hustle don't stop
Been stuntin' year round - man, I always been hot
Written by: Vincent B Arnold
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