TZU - Summer Days lyrics
[TZU - Summer Days lyrics]
You see the summer days feel fat
I'm feeling kinda nice just like that
I kick back in the shade and I do it all day
Ey
Summer days lying back in the shade (uh huh)
A cool drink of lemonade
Doing nothing all day (uh huh)
Summer days and the yummy displays (uh huh)
Mangos, nectarines, apricots and grapes
(uh huh)
Summer days, and I get blazed (uh huh)
Rolling up big Js, sparking up them flames
(uh huh)
Summer days, and the boring girl games
And the long hot nights that
Make you wanna misbehave
It's too hot, slip-slop-slap the sun block
The soundtrack to summer is deep
Dub and Hip Hop and crank the boom box while
We bellyflop in rivers
With some Coopers Pale Ale
To exercise the livers
People assemble in the watery spots and
Get drunk and disorderly lots and
Do nought cause it's awfully hot and
Keep the party constant J, what you reckon?
Summer days we chase a cool embrace and drift
And let the world exist with no stress
We chill a cool drink distilled and a
Sausage on the grill
If you can't get with that then
You know that we will
Feel a cool northerly blowing
(The Pharcyde flowing)
Bumping in your car speakers
(with loud frequencies and)
Food eaters (my man we make it seasonal)
(The fruit un-regional for
Thirst unquenchable) Yes!
Summer days lying back in the shade (uh huh)
A cool drink of lemonade
Doing nothing all day (uh huh)
Summer days and the yummy displays (uh huh)
Mangos, nectarines, apricots and grapes
(uh huh)
Summer days, and I get blazed (uh huh)
Rolling up big Js, sparking up them flames
(uh huh)
Summer days, and the boring girl games
And the long hot nights that
Make you wanna misbehave
Well it's the hot day anthems
Ringing in your ears
And we've been waiting so long
For clouds to clear
So we jump in the car and
We turn up the beats
And we rock to the river
And bounce to the beach
And sweet sweat drip drop like rain
Like when love gets made into
The middle of the day
Sticky-icky, I live in the
Inner of Melbourne city
My budget for the week barely a dollar fifty
Heat waves wriggle of the bitumen
To pre-eighties reggae
To which we're listening
The city's an oven, cook me like lasagne
I sink a few beers and
Pray for rain and thunder
But nothing refresh like
A summer thunderstorm
The skyline confined by the cloud forms
We sleep butt naked and leave the fan on
Camped on futons, summer nights are long
Summer nights are long
Bumping in your car speakers
(with loud frequencies and)
Food eaters (my man we make it seasonal)
(The fruit un-regional for
Thirst unquenchable) Yes!