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Summers Over Video (MV)




Performed By: Residents
Language: English
Length: 4:12
Written by: JAKE BROWN, JOHN EUGENE WESLEY




Residents - Summers Over Lyrics




Woah yeah yeah
Yeah Summers over, no need to block it homie
I'm six foot tall got my mumma over chilling homie
We making chicken soup it's a pasta heist
Gotta stack my bread up, gotta stack it damn nice
Yeah Nah summers over, no need to block it homie
I'm six foot tall got my mumma over chilling homie
We making chicken soup it's a pasta heist
Gotta stack that bread up, gotta stack it damn nice

You know decisions been drifting my intuition
Never been lacking gotta get stacking
These dollars these bills these hunneds
Gotta get one up free my loved ones
Gotta feel fire feel broken don't hide emotion from me homie
You know that only make a matter slowly form an enclosure
Around ya, I feel the walls creeping in
Anxiety, Fears, Mistrust they guiding you to sin
Sobriety is knocking at the door don't let him in
Society you make me feel like I will never f*cking win
My entirety devoted to the craft I am a kid
Of the game and I don't expect that any f*cking thing
Come easy without the hussle
Pick yourself up brush that dust off
And put yourself through heartache, hard work and everything

Yeah Summers over, no need to block it homie
I'm six foot tall got my mumma over chilling homie
We making chicken soup it's a pasta heist
Gotta stack my bread up, gotta stack it damn nice
Yeah Nah summers over, no need to block it homie
I'm six foot tall got my mumma over chilling homie
We making chicken soup it's a pasta heist
Gotta stack that bread up, gotta stack it damn nice

Yeah she f*ck without a message
But don't forget to mention
The pictures that she sending man
She swiftly gets to tending yeah
She does what shes expected
But baby stop pretending
I know you want this blessing
But you can't handle this presence
Oh I wanna buy a mansion
F*ck her in the mansion
We smashing in the mansion
We banging in the mansions damn
I f*ck her through dimensions
I leave her second guessing
I gap i'm gone its magic
She can't keep up with savage nah
You ain't on my bandwidth
I got myself a brand bitch
Three rings like a bandit
Yeah we stack these bands bitch
I'm sippin' I'm drippin' I'm pouring
Staying poured up is important
Drinking and sinking liquor and
F*cking me up while recording
All on my hip is imported
I need to tip off the border
Yeah winning the tip on the court and
Get me one back now I'm balling
Rolling the leaves like they falling
One more now it's Autumn
Ya'll know that the summers over

Yeah Summers over, no need to block it homie
I'm six foot tall got my mumma over chilling homie
We making chicken soup it's a pasta heist
Gotta stack my bread up, gotta stack it damn nice
Yeah Nah summers over, no need to block it homie
I'm six foot tall got my mumma over chilling homie
We making chicken soup it's a pasta heist
Gotta stack that bread up, gotta stack it damn nice
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English

Woah yeah yeah
Yeah Summers over, no need to block it homie
I'm six foot tall got my mumma over chilling homie
We making chicken soup it's a pasta heist
Gotta stack my bread up, gotta stack it damn nice
Yeah Nah summers over, no need to block it homie
I'm six foot tall got my mumma over chilling homie
We making chicken soup it's a pasta heist
Gotta stack that bread up, gotta stack it damn nice

You know decisions been drifting my intuition
Never been lacking gotta get stacking
These dollars these bills these hunneds
Gotta get one up free my loved ones
Gotta feel fire feel broken don't hide emotion from me homie
You know that only make a matter slowly form an enclosure
Around ya, I feel the walls creeping in
Anxiety, Fears, Mistrust they guiding you to sin
Sobriety is knocking at the door don't let him in
Society you make me feel like I will never f*cking win
My entirety devoted to the craft I am a kid
Of the game and I don't expect that any f*cking thing
Come easy without the hussle
Pick yourself up brush that dust off
And put yourself through heartache, hard work and everything

Yeah Summers over, no need to block it homie
I'm six foot tall got my mumma over chilling homie
We making chicken soup it's a pasta heist
Gotta stack my bread up, gotta stack it damn nice
Yeah Nah summers over, no need to block it homie
I'm six foot tall got my mumma over chilling homie
We making chicken soup it's a pasta heist
Gotta stack that bread up, gotta stack it damn nice

Yeah she f*ck without a message
But don't forget to mention
The pictures that she sending man
She swiftly gets to tending yeah
She does what shes expected
But baby stop pretending
I know you want this blessing
But you can't handle this presence
Oh I wanna buy a mansion
F*ck her in the mansion
We smashing in the mansion
We banging in the mansions damn
I f*ck her through dimensions
I leave her second guessing
I gap i'm gone its magic
She can't keep up with savage nah
You ain't on my bandwidth
I got myself a brand bitch
Three rings like a bandit
Yeah we stack these bands bitch
I'm sippin' I'm drippin' I'm pouring
Staying poured up is important
Drinking and sinking liquor and
F*cking me up while recording
All on my hip is imported
I need to tip off the border
Yeah winning the tip on the court and
Get me one back now I'm balling
Rolling the leaves like they falling
One more now it's Autumn
Ya'll know that the summers over

Yeah Summers over, no need to block it homie
I'm six foot tall got my mumma over chilling homie
We making chicken soup it's a pasta heist
Gotta stack my bread up, gotta stack it damn nice
Yeah Nah summers over, no need to block it homie
I'm six foot tall got my mumma over chilling homie
We making chicken soup it's a pasta heist
Gotta stack that bread up, gotta stack it damn nice
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Writer: JAKE BROWN, JOHN EUGENE WESLEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid

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