DOM KENNEDY - I Hate Summers lyrics
[DOM KENNEDY - I Hate Summers lyrics]
We deserve all that we've received
We wrote our own stories
This is the part I chose to be
Let them niggas follow
In my heart, I chose to lead
And on my mothers couch in the dark
I wrote to beats
Two windows, some motherfucking pillows
I'm trying to picture me sitting
Next to Jay Leno
I pull up on my ex in a limo
Three girls with me, look like in the limo
Yo, is that Kanye West in the limo?
Nah, that's just the future of
The west in a limo
I remember DJs with dry wax on them
Now we got rap stations with no raps on them
You could buy a whole album
With no facts on them
Watching BET don't make
You motherfucking black, homie
Let's take this motherfucker back, homie
All motherfucking black on me
Chuck D shit, Pirate fitted P shit
911 ain't never did nothing for me shit
Even in the dark I still see shit
That 'never give up
Always gotta believe in me' shit
That 'get money
They don't fall from a tree' shit
Even when they told me I
Was never gonna be shit
I packed up, wore my little act up
Had the instrumentals on before
I even backed up we was in the studio
So motherfucking jacked up
I didn't even know the vocals
Had to be stacked up
I didn't even know the track
Had to be tracked up
Play it in the party like:
"yeah, nigga, that's us!"
So many girls in the spot, we was lapped up
Way before iPods, dog, we was macked up
Ass smack who had smacked up
Ladies love Dom
And it ain't no motherfucking backups
You Matt Cassel ass niggas
Capital One credit, no hassle ass niggas
Honest, sometimes I feel malice
Thinking about what happened to
My younger cousin Alex
He lost his life for a gang
That he wasn't down with
So now I walk around on some head down shit
Like, damn they took my nigga away from us
My sister called, said "They shot
Him in the face, brother"
That's why I hate summers
I shouldn't even want to fuck with you
We wrote our own stories
This is the part I chose to be
Let them niggas follow
In my heart, I chose to lead
And on my mothers couch in the dark
I wrote to beats
Two windows, some motherfucking pillows
I'm trying to picture me sitting
Next to Jay Leno
I pull up on my ex in a limo
Three girls with me, look like in the limo
Yo, is that Kanye West in the limo?
Nah, that's just the future of
The west in a limo
I remember DJs with dry wax on them
Now we got rap stations with no raps on them
You could buy a whole album
With no facts on them
Watching BET don't make
You motherfucking black, homie
Let's take this motherfucker back, homie
All motherfucking black on me
Chuck D shit, Pirate fitted P shit
911 ain't never did nothing for me shit
Even in the dark I still see shit
That 'never give up
Always gotta believe in me' shit
That 'get money
They don't fall from a tree' shit
Even when they told me I
Was never gonna be shit
I packed up, wore my little act up
Had the instrumentals on before
I even backed up we was in the studio
So motherfucking jacked up
I didn't even know the vocals
Had to be stacked up
I didn't even know the track
Had to be tracked up
Play it in the party like:
"yeah, nigga, that's us!"
So many girls in the spot, we was lapped up
Way before iPods, dog, we was macked up
Ass smack who had smacked up
Ladies love Dom
And it ain't no motherfucking backups
You Matt Cassel ass niggas
Capital One credit, no hassle ass niggas
Honest, sometimes I feel malice
Thinking about what happened to
My younger cousin Alex
He lost his life for a gang
That he wasn't down with
So now I walk around on some head down shit
Like, damn they took my nigga away from us
My sister called, said "They shot
Him in the face, brother"
That's why I hate summers
I shouldn't even want to fuck with you