Joe Budden, Emanny - Short Summer lyrics

Check it no regrets, nigga no regards
I know the bar, raise mine
Ya'll can lower yalls
What I lack in talent
I normally show in heart
Prolly why they want the encore
Before the show can start
So if you in my life, know ya part
That's the best way for us
To never grow apart
Even through the mid-life crisis'
Ya'll know who the nicest is
Always tell it like it is in spite of it
Dudes frontin quite a bit
Know I've grown tired of it
Sometimes you'd rather just watch the
Movie than write the script
Authentic, called cynic, raw scented
More vintage, ya'll mimic, all gimmick
I ridicule what's been done
See I ain't fooled by what's
Spewed bout they income
Lose some you win some
Perception, shit'll give you grey
Hairs and then some
Inception, are you living a dream
Or livin' in one? Haters see me
Get to thinking that it can't be all good
So I just kill them with the car
Brandy Norwood
And keep chasin success that ya'll scared of
Done carryin dead weight
I'm no longer the pallbearer
Check, I'm too grown for all the
Games I don't play with suckers
I'm on the sideline
Just watchin the Dave & Busters
But when you think of Joe this is unrefutable
The painter's fucked up
But the picture gon' be beautiful

It's gonna be a short summer
'Cause most of y'all ain't built to last
It's gonna be a short summer
'Cause soon enough your shit gon' pass
It's gonna be a short summer
You had your fun but now it's done
It's gonna be a short summer
A new season has begun

What throne are you an heir to?
How can I be compared to, nigga
You fallin' off with a parachute
Your stack short, got some earnin' to do
You're new school
Just means you got some learnin' to do
I don't care to argue
(nah) you to easy to tear apart through
What I hear is partial
That whole project is Sarah Marshall
(forgettable)
And I don't know what type of shit you on
I tried to make you get the
Point but you was Chris Duhon
So where's Ray Felton when you need 'im?
When niggas show you who they really
Are you should believe 'em
Catch me with the top down
Turnpike speedin'
Bout to have Jersey on fire like Cleveland
With my back in the wall I
Ain't never got slayed shit
Lebron was king until that pressure got Wade
Weighed so if you marry the game I'll
Be at the altar waitin'
With some niggas I don't call
Till it's an altercation
Less bail money, less court cases
More mile high, more vacation
More of my back rubbed
More of my feet massaged
Had me thinkin she invented face time
Steve Jobs they can't stay afloat
They prolly need a mention
We in two different boats
But yours need an engine
Nerve of you niggas I earth you niggas
Took the Merina out of shorty
Gave birth to you niggas
Dog, I hear everything you say
You Steve Irwin to a upset stingray
A lighter to a upset Jean Grey
Now who's hotta, you notta
True scholar, new prada, a few dollars
Niggas want to hit em with
The chrome like blaka
I'm waiting for them when they
Get home like Posada
How they keep comparin' a
Stove to Hell's kitchen
That just make a man real mad, Mel Gibson
So death to all the bullshit by any means
Kill em all
Hang em from the ceilin using skinny jeans
For aspiring rappers that want
To pop but can't
For the families of Sean Bell, Oscar Grant
Nigga ya heat wave is almost up
Playing for keepsake you almost fucked
So when you talk about Joe
When you done being critical
Say the painter was wild
But he made sure the portrait was original

It's gonna be a short summer
'Cause most of y'all ain't built to last
It's gonna be a short summer
'Cause soon enough your shit gon' pass
It's gonna be a short summer
You had your fun but now it's done
It's gonna be a short summer
A new season has begun