Summer's Eve - Nicholas Craven & Boldy James: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Nicholas Craven & Boldy James

Summer's Eve

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Summer's Eve was released on June 19, 2026 by Nicholas Craven Productions as a part of the album Trapper’s Alley 3: Hell or High Water

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PERFORMING ARTISTS

Nicholas Craven

Nicholas Craven

Drum Machine

Boldy James

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Nicholas Craven

Nicholas Craven

Songwriter

James Clay Jones III

James Clay Jones III

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Nicholas Craven

Nicholas Craven

Producer, Recording Engineer

Roberto Viglione

Roberto Viglione

Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I wonder, and i want it down, i want it

I wonder, and i want it down, i want it

I wonder, and i want it down, i want it

I wonder, and i want it down, i want it

All of the **** that I lost was chasing cheap thrills

In order to spend some danger

It's crazy, but that's closest to you be your biggest haters

And in the same breath, it'll force you to get some paper

Shit be janky when your biggest supporter is a stranger

Making the most of these one-sided relationships

My so-called friends, the ones who plot on me the most

Tell them my hoes so I got different situationships

All is well that ends well. End of the day, I'm rich

Not to be provoked. Don't play with me, play with your bitch

Stuck in the ghetto, whether in a storm with the gangsters

In the name of my ghetto angels, know I'm highly favored

Bad bitch texting me trying to fuck. Told her probably later

Thought she was desalin' hit back, just like my third decline

Ain't thinking about no pussy, I got murder on my mind

Them cowards killed my brother, that was my realest thug

Find my **** dead, now my head more fucked up than it was

What else can go wrong?

What else can possibly happen? Tell me, what else is going to be?

Or what else am I going to hear?

Or what else they going to say?

About what else that they then did, left it all in God's hands

And no man that I fear. Still, it's Mafia, what else whatever's left inside Brogli

He going to walk up, give you the rest, whatever's left is on me

Like, what else can I do? Ain't no one else I can trust

'Cause without you, ain't no us. You going to live forever through me

That's real

Paid out my pocket for them skits, and that money ain't even clear yet

Yeah. Yeah

Touching back from Coldwater on my parole violation

Did it off the Oxy and the blues, like a bottle of Purex

Hey

I seen so many **** leave this bitch in the streets of Detroit

To the point I don't even fear death

Swear to God

Hey, I then had it up to here. 10 killers in less than a year

And the summer ain't even here yet

Man, what?

I seen more Iggy's than Azalea

With 227 50C, it's The Legend of Zelda

Plugged in with Luis, like I'm Thelma

All hail to the Jacksonville

Don't never praise money

Make a ****'s exit to the left who tried to stage run me

Can't front me

I do all the fronting, better clear your tab

For my youngins who do all the hunting, get to slamming labs

Walking shit down

Only send messages in vanish mode

Bad bitch at the crib with just her t-shirt and no panties on

Waiting on me, but if I don't pro up, I can't turn it in

Lost so many bros, ain't never trying to feel that hurt again

What's the motive? G-Lock with a button and it's fully loaded

Got to know no matter what the charges, I ain't pulling over

I ain't going, and that go for nothing

**** cap as hell, food fighting

Got to move right, I can't go back to jail

At night, I wonder sometimes how I come up with the rhymes

And all these thoughts in my head so corrupt in my mind

What else? What else?

Paid out my pocket for them skits, and that money ain't even clear yet

Yeah. Yeah

Touching back from Coldwater on my parole violation

Did it off the Oxy and the blues, like a bottle of Purex

Hey

I seen so many **** leave this bitch in the streets of Detroit

To the point I don't even fear death

Swear to God

Hey, I then had it up to here. 10 killers in less than a year

And the summer ain't even here yet

I wonder, and i want it down, i want it

I wonder, and i want it down, i want it

I wonder, and i want it down, i want it

I wonder, and i want it down, i want it

I wonder, and i want it down, i want it

I wonder, and i want it down, i want it

Written by: James Clay Jones III, Nicholas Craven

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