SUMMER NIGHTS

Alright, welcome back to this
ConCrete giving you that freshness, check it out
Yeah, shoutout to Meek Mill
Yeah, these summer nights can even turn cold
Watching all my old homies rolling by me as I turn old
My mind escapes when I'm a lone soul
I be watching others so much I see myself as a GoPro
I can escape if I go pro
Watch my rhymes go from a notebook to have sold gold
'Til then I'm solo
Reputation is so low that the same bros I rolled with won't let me go in their own zone
They distance from me, like a gorilla in a cage
Laughing through the glass knowing I can't retaliate
This shit ain't heftable
Why is everybody so sceptical?
Can't you use your optical to see that I'm just logical?
How would you react if everybody turned against you with premeditated thoughts?
You ain't even know me 'fore I met you
But still you give me side eyes
Dissin' me when I high five
Listening's to the side, you're just chittering behind my eyes

Yeah, and that's that
Been fucked over a lot of times
But like summer time we always come back, right?
So I'm giving you this, let's go
Ey, ey, check it, ey

Ayo
Tryna stay out of a stereotype
I'm not the wild one, no hysteria type
Not juvenile, son, no nefarious crimes
Man, I'm just a child who wanna jot delirious rhymes
Ayo, 184, I'm reppin' that shit
I just need one A4 with a pen and that's it
Making sure the score is uneven, don't even try to be lit
The hottest kid out in Sweden
The competition is lost
I don't got much to stunt about but I feel like Kanye in France
People have spun around and now finally give a glance
Finally understand that I got it and not just playin'
Competition got a stick to write S.O.S in the sand
Ay, damn!
What it gotta take for you to understand?
I'm so high above the clouds but y'all want me to land
I'm taking my chances releasing all these bangers
Y'all bitches take for granted the standard of rapping
It's madness, combine it with a bad bitch
Now you got the combination that they cherish
Can't talk about shit, just mansions and lavish lifestyles
That's what it's like now?
Changing taste's about time

Yeah
Aay, yeah, yeah
We singin' in this bitch!
Ey, yeah
Nah, cause that's what I've been telling you, man
Inspiration's dying out
Just listen to the music, man
So, we running the chorus back another time, I don't give a fuck
I'm giving you this real freshness
This freshness, this freshly produced like some fuckin like or lemon type shit, you know?
Keeping it lemon without any lemons, you know what I'm sayin?
Just freshness, raw freshness
That's what I'm bringing you here
ConCrete!
ConCrete Radio, hard as fuck
Tunin' out
It's a brand new world premiere!
Don't make fun of me, bitch!
I'm on Spotify, let's go aah



Credits
Writer(s): Christian Carlstedt
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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