SUMMER I (INTRO) (feat. Kermode Zay, Lil EZ, Rob Buck & Bright Orange)

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Now serving soul food, Chef Kermode Zay
Pleasurin' up in your ears
Like I work at Chick-Fil-A
Sometimes my bars be hard to swallow like an overcooked filet mignon
Not afraid to shoot the messenger or cast the first stone
Baked out of my mind at the crib
Playing games on my phone
Sometimes they say Zay,
"The lights are on but nobody's home"
Sometimes they say Zay,
"Are you sure you can drive?"
Sometimes they say Zay,
"Man you never gon' thrive"
Sometimes I try get high but all that fills my mind is gloom
Sometimes it feels like no one's in my corner or like I'm
Chillin' in Robs circular ass room
Take drugs, go to the moon
And curl up in a cocoon, but I'm not trippin'
Rip the cart and eat some crab rangoon
Tryna get some ass next to you and me
So I'll assume you here
Cause my bars jump you out your seat like it's a fire drill
Or cause when you thought the sesh was over
We gettin' higher still

Pushin' Ps from the south to the east
Yeah these bars so hard they finna take me overseas
Spendin' days all on the beach
Gettin' head in Costa Rica, like chica
It was really nice to meet ya
And I saw your mom
It'd be really nice to meet her
Like hello mamacita
Hello mamacita
I've got got a place for us to meet yuh
And I'm social catch me talking to my money
I got bands all in my hands
These Ben Franklins getting bloody
And I feel like Central Cee
S.O.S. rescue me
Yeah I need some energy
Ain't got enough ATP
And I pull up in the Sprinter
With my squad ready for Winter
In this weather
It's hard to get some exercise
So catch me bulking, extra fries
I think I'm fried, I really tried, I really tried
Now I'm
Now I'm
Now I'm runnin' through the money like I'm A-Train
And I'm runnin' through these bitches call me Usain
What you sayin'?
You insane
You insane in the membrane
You better bow like I'm your sensei
Fuck you mean it's only Wednesday?
And I'm wishing it was Friday
Got a parlay, bouta cash
And a fat blunt, need to ash
And a hundred on the dash
Put the whip in sport mode
Me and Zay dustin' ass
And we escape
Call me Tay-K, did the Race
Man free Tay-K, it's a disgrace
It's discrimination
And I'm spittin' like emancipation proclamation
Like Abraham an inspiration
Call my mom, I really made it
Making songs, not getting paid for it
Rob an inspiration

(Ay yo EZ, thanks brutha)

(Alright let's get this shit)

Aye, looking at the time fly
Like an SR-71 that's inbound
Fast like a drive by
Picking out my favourite cherries
Look up as it flies high
It's right above my head now
I wonder if he feeling high?
I'm a pilot on the rise
Grinding just to kiss the sky
But my body fortifying
Now I guess I'll have to lie
Tell it why I need more
And why I keep staying alive
I won't die
Gotta feed my mind for the future of my lifestyle
And my heart's runnin' miles
But she never getting tired
Golf Blitz on my phone
Feels like I'm already retired
Hit the links whenever I want
Yeah my putt game is on fire
Get a hole in one every other round like I'm Tiger
Bitch, put the phone down
It's time to get your ass outside
Maybe smoke in the woods
Or take your girl to Mount Simon
Wait that's basic
Maybe High Bridge or the Lookout 'round nine
Pick up Cheetah Piss from Lyd then reach nirvana into the night