Lost Summers

Yo, I did
Dear mama I did everything a n*gga can
Keep it' staring' staring
I did everything a n*gga could

Gearing up for war stories
The way this unfolds
Only living legend who can talk the untold
Blunt talks over tears
We was taught to be cold
Outside these walls, never fear
It was not be showed
Though the lean italic
They thought the attitude bold
But really you scared nigga
Opposites attract
With ya match, will ya fire or fold?
Do you abide to yo code?
Is lucy hackin ya soul?
Tell me, is you selling game
When it's time be sold?
Is you living suckafree?
Or wearing chains til you old?
Got dues over due
You owe it all to yo folks
But you somewhere trapping
Thinking you got no where to go
But the road, that's full of holes
Thoughts of no love
Lust and luxurious hoes
Rows of rose for ya bros in the dirt
Man yo Feelings are hurt
So you blowing smoke to cope
Hoping you can burn pass
Summer troubles

I did everything man
I did everything
(Everything)
I did everything a n*gga can
Summer troubles
(Summer troubles)
Keep it cool, staring at my fan
I did everything a n*gga could
(I did everything)
If he can, ya I wish ya would
(Wish ya would)
Wish ya would, wish ya well
Hope you doin' swell
I been praying for ya homie, can ya tell?

Only tuck my chain
Cause my family ain't got it yet
They gon know the name
Fuck the fame though I gotta rep
My own niggas asked if i was down for Home invasion
I told em nah, pray to god
Neighbours on vacation
Time is money, wealth is waiting
But you rushing all yo shots
You ain't got no patience
Ain't no aiming, real sicko mode
Young kids wasted
Man these ain't the grounds to play in
Gangsta gangsta
You faking, now a sons body real vacant
Mama can barley make it, without hers
Wonder if he coming home soon
How long to take in, how long he taking?
He was lost in summer troubles
We was lost in summer troubles...

I did everything a n*gga can
(Everything)
I did everything, I did, I did
I did everything a n*gga can
Summer troubles
(Summer troubles)
Keep it cool, staring at my fan
I did everything a n*gga could
(I did everything)
Uh yuh
If he can, ya I wish he would
(Wish ya would)
Wish ya well
Hope you doin' swell
I been praying for ya homie, can ya tell?
(Can ya tell?)



Credits
Writer(s): Hosam Weekes
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