Common, Cocaine 80's - Summer Madness lyrics
Common [Lonnie Rashid Lynn] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Common, Cocaine 80's - Summer Madness lyrics]
Is the sun in your eyes?
It's me again, No ID again, yeah, uh
Black heat on the streets of desire
Some got rich and some got priors
My dogs hop barbed wires and
Steal cars with pliers
Wanna see more and be more like the wire
Live Via-Com from the city of Chi
But it's never quiet, huh
This is the noise of suppliers and buyers
Gangbangers that should've retired
Food from deep fryers
I'm getting high thinking how to reach higher
Bald but these broads is my Delilah
Samsung pictures, more spit scriptures
Shorties hold liquor, flows get richer
It gets thick like my bro's little sister
Hormones got 'em thicker quicker
Pure souls that become boa constrictors
Mixed up like elixirs
Trigger happy in the midst of summer madness
Is the sun in your eyes?
'Cause you're missing all the sights
But it's gonna be alright
It's summertime, niggas bring the heat out
Gun talk is how summer start to speak out
Shorties bear arms 'cause don't
Nobody reach out
Young frames leak out, aunties freak out
The front porch is sorta like the beach house
Niggas running bases with their cleats out
Every week now I'm getting texts about death
Leaving me out of breath
I gotta step to the stairway to heaven
It started on 87
Barack was playing sermons riding
Reverend Clay Evans i never really took it
In like them youngsters
It's how I looked at them
Maybe I should look again
'Cause death and prison sentences ain't
How their book should end
When you go outside you
Still gotta look within
You can't scare 'em straight 'cause
They keep a crooked grin
I hate to say it's fate
Look at what could've been
It's summer madness
Summertime got you blind
I prefer your goddamn mind
Yeah, it's summer madness
But it's gonna be alright
It goes on in Chitown, yeah
It's gonna be alright
It goes on in Detroit, ATL
It's gonna be alright
To my peoples up in Brooklyn true, yeah
But it's gonna be alright
Out there in New York, Queens, Harlem
My West Coast people out in LA, yeah
All the way to Alabama, you know
Up there to Seattle
You know you got hoods all over
It's me again, No ID again, yeah, uh
Black heat on the streets of desire
Some got rich and some got priors
My dogs hop barbed wires and
Steal cars with pliers
Wanna see more and be more like the wire
Live Via-Com from the city of Chi
But it's never quiet, huh
This is the noise of suppliers and buyers
Gangbangers that should've retired
Food from deep fryers
I'm getting high thinking how to reach higher
Bald but these broads is my Delilah
Samsung pictures, more spit scriptures
Shorties hold liquor, flows get richer
It gets thick like my bro's little sister
Hormones got 'em thicker quicker
Pure souls that become boa constrictors
Mixed up like elixirs
Trigger happy in the midst of summer madness
Is the sun in your eyes?
'Cause you're missing all the sights
But it's gonna be alright
It's summertime, niggas bring the heat out
Gun talk is how summer start to speak out
Shorties bear arms 'cause don't
Nobody reach out
Young frames leak out, aunties freak out
The front porch is sorta like the beach house
Niggas running bases with their cleats out
Every week now I'm getting texts about death
Leaving me out of breath
I gotta step to the stairway to heaven
It started on 87
Barack was playing sermons riding
Reverend Clay Evans i never really took it
In like them youngsters
It's how I looked at them
Maybe I should look again
'Cause death and prison sentences ain't
How their book should end
When you go outside you
Still gotta look within
You can't scare 'em straight 'cause
They keep a crooked grin
I hate to say it's fate
Look at what could've been
It's summer madness
Summertime got you blind
I prefer your goddamn mind
Yeah, it's summer madness
But it's gonna be alright
It goes on in Chitown, yeah
It's gonna be alright
It goes on in Detroit, ATL
It's gonna be alright
To my peoples up in Brooklyn true, yeah
But it's gonna be alright
Out there in New York, Queens, Harlem
My West Coast people out in LA, yeah
All the way to Alabama, you know
Up there to Seattle
You know you got hoods all over