Cookout

The summer days are hot, just a rain of thought
This the paint I got, gave it all I got
The summer days are hot, just a rain of thought
This the paint I got, gave it all I got

You might choke, rip the bong, this the business
I got big lungs, not sure bout my kidneys
Who got two thumbs and light blunts of skunk I do
Asking how high are you, hi Iam who

When I feel like Mr. Copeland, I'm El Rey's da dude
It's different to drive stone than drive high
Take this advice from the guy with the red eyes
And I stay blessed, and shout out to the rest

Rapping to the death, we on a mission for success
Yes
See Iam summertime vibing on a cloud nine slide
Disco ball, brain guys fly, Frankenstein

See I'm sipping syrup, limit lime, feeling mighty fine
Couple memories, Floating by, take it as a sign
on the glimmer, cookout mouth, gold grill, oil and pine
Chicken winner in a beamer, boosted, y'all behind

See I'm Einstein, mind, trying to figure out the Whys
Forest trees, liquor rivers, chilling, living my life
I sit back and roll a joint to help out with the strain
It's gas, cant kill the way I'm selling this propane

So cozy in my Nikes, cruising down Nolana Lane
Marijuana got me stoned, but I'm feeling just like a plane
I'm floating, I'm like a monk who found the inner peace
Just like an ocean, I'm on a yacht and sailing seven seas

I took a trip into my mind and found a budding tree
So I took it as a message, now I spark up like I'm cheech
Let me tell you how it is, in the south as a kid with the style that we did
Yeah we trying to make it big, see the life that they live

Simple job with the wife and the kids, ain't the life that I wish
So I pen day and night, through this shit
Might be my only light in the abyss. I was drowning, now I'm swimming through the debt
Dodging ops and all the vets, this that Tex-Mex

Let me rep the set, yes, southside that's the S
Sample flipping like a tech deck
Best Chino you ain't met yet, always on the go, forget the get set
Ready, I'm just trying to get the fetti

Dropping bars, they are so heavy
Eating beats, come feel my belly
Slap it, it gon' look like jelly
What you know bout young kids from the down south

Way I whip around town, you would think I found clout
Give me round town, that's surround sound
Rep the crown loud
Summer days are hot. Just a rain of thought

This the paint I got. Gave it all I got
Summer days are hot. Just a rain of thought
This the paint I got. Gave it all I got
I got