Testo Summer's Eve - Nicholas Craven
Testo della canzone Summer's Eve (Nicholas Craven), tratta dall'album Trapper’s Alley 3: Hell or High Water
I wonder, and i want it down, i want it
I wonder, and i want it down, i want it
I wonder, and i want it down, i want it
I wonder, and i want it down, i want it
All of the niggas that I lost was chasing cheap thrills
In order to spend some danger
It's crazy, but that's closest to you be your biggest haters
And in the same breath, it'll force you to get some paper
Shit be janky when your biggest supporter is a stranger
Making the most of these one-sided relationships
My so-called friends, the ones who plot on me the most
Tell them my hoes so I got different situationships
All is well that ends well. End of the day, I'm rich
Not to be provoked. Don't play with me, play with your bitch
Stuck in the ghetto, whether in a storm with the gangsters
In the name of my ghetto angels, know I'm highly favored
Bad bitch texting me trying to fuck. Told her probably later
Thought she was desalin' hit back, just like my third decline
Ain't thinking about no pussy, I got murder on my mind
Them cowards killed my brother, that was my realest thug
Find my nigga dead, now my head more fucked up than it was
What else can go wrong?
What else can possibly happen? Tell me, what else is going to be?
Or what else am I going to hear?
Or what else they going to say?
About what else that they then did, left it all in God's hands
And no man that I fear. Still, it's Mafia, what else whatever's left inside Brogli
He going to walk up, give you the rest, whatever's left is on me
Like, what else can I do? Ain't no one else I can trust
'Cause without you, ain't no us. You going to live forever through me
That's real
Paid out my pocket for them skits, and that money ain't even clear yet
Yeah. Yeah
Touching back from Coldwater on my parole violation
Did it off the Oxy and the blues, like a bottle of Purex
Hey
I seen so many niggas leave this bitch in the streets of Detroit
To the point I don't even fear death
Swear to God
Hey, I then had it up to here. 10 killers in less than a year
And the summer ain't even here yet
Man, what?
I seen more Iggy's than Azalea
With 227 50C, it's The Legend of Zelda
Plugged in with Luis, like I'm Thelma
All hail to the Jacksonville
Don't never praise money
Make a nigga's exit to the left who tried to stage run me
Can't front me
I do all the fronting, better clear your tab
For my youngins who do all the hunting, get to slamming labs
Walking shit down
Only send messages in vanish mode
Bad bitch at the crib with just her t-shirt and no panties on
Waiting on me, but if I don't pro up, I can't turn it in
Lost so many bros, ain't never trying to feel that hurt again
What's the motive? G-Lock with a button and it's fully loaded
Got to know no matter what the charges, I ain't pulling over
I ain't going, and that go for nothing
Niggas cap as hell, food fighting
Got to move right, I can't go back to jail
At night, I wonder sometimes how I come up with the rhymes
And all these thoughts in my head so corrupt in my mind
What else? What else?
Paid out my pocket for them skits, and that money ain't even clear yet
Yeah. Yeah
Touching back from Coldwater on my parole violation
Did it off the Oxy and the blues, like a bottle of Purex
Hey
I seen so many niggas leave this bitch in the streets of Detroit
To the point I don't even fear death
Swear to God
Hey, I then had it up to here. 10 killers in less than a year
And the summer ain't even here yet
I wonder, and i want it down, i want it
I wonder, and i want it down, i want it
I wonder, and i want it down, i want it
I wonder, and i want it down, i want it
I wonder, and i want it down, i want it
I wonder, and i want it down, i want it
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Writer(s): James Clay Jones Iii, Nicholas Craven
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