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GoldLink - Summatime (Audio) ft. Wale, Radiant Children
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
GoldLink
GoldLink
Vocals
Wale
Wale
Vocals
Radiant Children
Radiant Children
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
D'Anthony Carlos
D'Anthony Carlos
Songwriter
Marco Bernardis
Marco Bernardis
Songwriter
Olubowale Akintimehin
Olubowale Akintimehin
Songwriter
Fabienne Holloway
Fabienne Holloway
Songwriter
Tyler Acord
Tyler Acord
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Radiant Children
Radiant Children
Producer
Javon Gant
Javon Gant
Recording Engineer
Tyler Accord
Tyler Accord
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Young man, you're a goner Caught up in California You've been lookin' for gold But there's nothin' to hold Tell me, have you seen him? I want to tell 'em how I'm feelin' Yeah, I say I haven't seen you since the summatime But you, I used to think about you all the time Back when I was still tryna make you mine These days you don't even know me These days you don't even phone me It's a love crime, it's a love crime Yeah, she call me her hubby, she love me but she in California Want to be the talk of the town, well, move to California Duck out just to fuck her, so nobody knows it's California Bottom feed me women, there's so many they need marijuana And some good head, and you tell 'em turn they phone off Tell them get so loose, then we catch them with their shirt off Girl, take that skirt off, now put on your work clothes And baby, put that guard down, we gonna piss the neighbors off Then I gotta go, girl, to catch you at your day job Keep it all discreet, then I meet you in the nighttime You smell like the summatime, finer than a glass of wine You know that I speak in code, they don't have to ever know Keep it on the hush, hush keep it on the DL You slide down a poll, then I'm slidin' down you TM They don't know no details, do you fine like detail I'ma blow your back out and your boyfriend get no details (yeah) I haven't seen you since the summatime But you, I used to think about you all the time Back when I was still tryna make you mine These days you don't even know me These days you don't even phone me It's a love crime, it's a love crime Ayy, she call me on her early, she yearnin' for it from California I don't got no girlfriend, but got some workers in California I be in that Rover with cannabis, California And I be the prince of my city, bitch, where my Apollonia? Been a poet that's been performin' for deaf ears Raf Simmons my sweat suit, hear me loud clear Back to back in a matte black, when I fuck and I call her back When I'm stuck 'cause I think she left one of her glass slippers Cinderella what's your real intentions? You want to move to Calabasas, but it's too expensive You want to be with Yeezy, Travis, Migos, or the Jenners You want to fuck a hunnid rappers if it gets you nearer Keep it on the hush hush, keep it on the DL I be in your dreams, but they be in your DMs And my only weakness, reefer or them females Me and Goldlink, second home is that 310 I haven't seen you since the summatime But you, I used to think about you all the time Back when I was still tryna make you mine These days you don't even know me These days you don't even phone me It's a love crime, it's a love crime I haven't seen you since the summatime But you, I used to think about you all the time Back when I was still tryna make you mine These days you don't even know me These days you don't even phone me It's a love crime, it's a love crime Ooh
Writer(s): Olubowale Victor Akintimehin, Marco Bernardis, Tyler Joseph Acord, Carlos D'anthony, Fabienne Elodie Holloway Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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