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letra de summer's over ii - blkmsk

[intro]
yo it’s blkmsk
we out here for the white december
summer’s over and sh-t, man
you gotta wait another godd-mn like, six f-cking months just to get back to that sh-t
well, we in the rough of this now
we in the home stretch
smooth sailing from here on out
yeah, winter’s here

[verse 1]
the leaves was red
now the trees is dead
when i walk outside, i walk out with a beanie head
i mean
i be more bundled up than them sticks on the sidewalks
in the fall got ‘em mixed with the pine cones
running out, ’till it fixes when i find home
somethin’ ’bout all that snow make my eyes glow
the way it glitters in the streetlights
sittin’ with the peace tight
living with a steep climb
tubes falling on the incline
but it’s back to fall in no time
too icy to be focused on the street signs
all the pisces getting stoked in the meantime
i hold tightly when i wrote all the beats, rhymes
don’t fold nicely or give into some cheap lines
gettin’ cold it might be, so i’d rather keep inside
living on the east side in the heat of my quiet town
when it’s snowing, everybody gotta shy it down
winter formal, dressing up, tie or gown
teens driving round
the time’s now, keep your eyes out
shady deals in the park, just the right amount
all teachers gotta harp, yelling write this down
winter break college kids gotta find they route
a little late but everybody still riding cars
it’s not the state to be staring up counting stars
foggier than any slate on the counter top
yeah
it’s too cloudy out
ain’t seen a sun in five months now
all i see is a moonlight shined up like a spotlight
shadowed on the top heights
parked at the stop light
ice on the cop’s lights
there ain’t much of a sight
all that we can see at night
blankets of white packed on sites
the mice is enticed
the type to come fight
is striked by the night
yeah, uh
no motivation, everybody slackin’
all these occupations getting hit when sickness lacking
in the city no more hands, it’s just all pistol packing
stagnant blackness hits the world and it destroys all passion
yeah
everybody feeling dumber
days passing and it just be feeling glummer
every kid and mother
saying that it’s a bummer it ain’t summer
sh-t

[beat switch]

[verse 2]
the thought of summer seems like a mirage
imagine pulling the drop top up in the garage
imagine pulling the top off in the convertible
imagine wind blowing, air hitting vertical
thinking this what makes those windows purposeful
when it rains, run outside and splash a curb puddle
clear skies, be quick and catch a bird or two
on the beach chilling while your family urging you
hit the ocean, waves flowing, splash your back cool
say f-ck it, hit the boardwalk, get a tattoo
wildwood days like a time capsule
my aunt used to say, let me take you up to my pool
now she moved away, and all the memories start to fade
delaware ferry take me on my own cruise
but that’s buried in the back like the stone tools
it’s like this place just had to play me for my own fool
wearing b-tton ups with bucket hats
khaki shorts and dad caps
slides and socks, don’t go past that
getting higher than the nasdaq
listening to cloud mixed with the trap rap
yung lean, chris travis, carti in my stereo
on the trip, take a pic, get the camera, go
looking out the windows spotting all the animals
so tropical, i’m snacking on the passion fruit
there’s no stopping you from doing what you wanna do
skating in the smooth streets
surfing near the nude beach
lookin’ up and all you see is palm trees
you don’t even care that everything is not free
’cause you feel it in yourself, how it should be
but now it’s coming to an end, pay the toll and go
winter comes again, where the cold wind blow
everyone dreading, but kids hopin’ for snow
iced out everything, everything too cold

- blkmsk

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