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Vince Staples - Feels Like Summer Lyrics



Vince Staples - Feels Like Summer Lyrics
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Whatever day, vibe, month it is, it just feels like summer
You know what I'm saying?
It always feels like summer in the neighborhood man
When you get a chance to come in
You get a chance to lay back, you get a chance to laugh
You get a chance to chill, best believe that, man
And being that it always feels like summer
Let's go ahead and make you feel like summer

Summertime in the LB's wild
We gon' party 'til the sun and the guns come out
JB first one, fouled out, playing ball
Now the whole city love you, you, how?
But we know they went down from the get go
Dirty dime a dozen rounds better get low
Lil Johnny gave his life for this shit
All he got was a plot and a bottle from the Winco
Still Northside, Parkside pistol
Two wins, new friends, we skip those
Tryin' finessin' my way in the Heaven might hit that gate
Might fall form a big splat
On the concrete, real street runner
First month still feel like summer
Cold weather won't stop no gunner
Wrong hat, wrong day, I'd kill my brother

Aye, summertime I'm in the LB, no
There ain't shit a broke nigga gon' tell me now
Drop top with the top down now
All the bad bitches gon' feel me now
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah

Just gettin' money, don't make money, hey
White man won't take from me, hey
The white fans at the Coachella, hey
Never been touched, niggas know better, hey (Ooh yeah)
Same ways since Summer School Baby Jay
Either I'ma make the news or I make a play
Pass Alyssa house, coulda take a different route
Wouldn't be without, thinking 'bout it every day
Moved on life fast like that
Still struggle with the past, I'm strapped
Somebody gotta watch my back
Everybody wanna count my bag
Ease off me, these streets taught me
Speak softly please don't taunt me
Knowin' Vic and them stayed on 8th
If they killed me then I'd be great
Now they lookin' at me

Summertime in the LB, no
There ain't shit a broke nigga gon' tell me now
Drop top with the top down now
All the bad bitches gon' feel me now
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah

Here it is man, I told y'all
Feels like summer in the winter
No matter what it always feels like summer in the neighborhood
And being that it feels like summer, let's do this man
Let's go outside
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Whatever day, vibe, month it is, it just feels like summer
You know what I'm saying?
It always feels like summer in the neighborhood man
When you get a chance to come in
You get a chance to lay back, you get a chance to laugh
You get a chance to chill, best believe that, man
And being that it always feels like summer
Let's go ahead and make you feel like summer

Summertime in the LB's wild
We gon' party 'til the sun and the guns come out
JB first one, fouled out, playing ball
Now the whole city love you, you, how?
But we know they went down from the get go
Dirty dime a dozen rounds better get low
Lil Johnny gave his life for this shit
All he got was a plot and a bottle from the Winco
Still Northside, Parkside pistol
Two wins, new friends, we skip those
Tryin' finessin' my way in the Heaven might hit that gate
Might fall form a big splat
On the concrete, real street runner
First month still feel like summer
Cold weather won't stop no gunner
Wrong hat, wrong day, I'd kill my brother

Aye, summertime I'm in the LB, no
There ain't shit a broke nigga gon' tell me now
Drop top with the top down now
All the bad bitches gon' feel me now
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah

Just gettin' money, don't make money, hey
White man won't take from me, hey
The white fans at the Coachella, hey
Never been touched, niggas know better, hey (Ooh yeah)
Same ways since Summer School Baby Jay
Either I'ma make the news or I make a play
Pass Alyssa house, coulda take a different route
Wouldn't be without, thinking 'bout it every day
Moved on life fast like that
Still struggle with the past, I'm strapped
Somebody gotta watch my back
Everybody wanna count my bag
Ease off me, these streets taught me
Speak softly please don't taunt me
Knowin' Vic and them stayed on 8th
If they killed me then I'd be great
Now they lookin' at me

Summertime in the LB, no
There ain't shit a broke nigga gon' tell me now
Drop top with the top down now
All the bad bitches gon' feel me now
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah

Here it is man, I told y'all
Feels like summer in the winter
No matter what it always feels like summer in the neighborhood
And being that it feels like summer, let's do this man
Let's go outside
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Writer: Kenneth Charles III Blume, Tyrone William Jr. Griffin, Vincent Staples
Copyright: Lyrics © CYPMP, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




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