"Summer '09" lyrics
I don't fucking like you, I ain't ever like you
I ain't ever lied
This shit has 2010 on it, shit I'll drop a ten on it
Do you got a five?
I been on the fence, oh yeah
I set down the pen and I picked up where I left
Did I make this fucking mess?
Open up a window, I wanna see the sun
Just to feel what it says
Did nobody warn me that it started storming
Clothes on the bed
I need time to get dressed (yeah)
This shit is reminiscent of my come-up
Shit a four way stop, I think I might just pull up
Feel like summer '09, hold on, let me warm up
Before Jermaine even dropped, before he dropped the Warm Up
Told myself, hell nah, I can't change, I'm too paid
Most of y'all so cap, you only rocking toupees
Been in love, but I'm working on just being okay
But sometimes I wonder if I've had enough, had enough
'Cause I've been trying not to lose
My shit before that shit gets me in trouble (oh)
Fuck it, let's just keep on going
Little further, I don't think that this our exit, no
But I don't fucking like you, I ain't ever like you
I ain't ever lied
This shit has 2010 on it, shit I'll drop a ten on it
Do you got a five?
I just need a chance (oh yeah)
Oh, was that my chance?
Yeah
This shit is reminiscent of my old days
With my hand stretched out, still in the hallway
Like fuck it, maybe I won't even go in
Maybe I'll skip class, ain't like I won't pass
Put a finger up, separated by a fuck you
Is right now a bad time to say I wanna fuck you?
Is right now a good time to show myself out?
I prefer clothes on the floor, not closed doors, yeah
I don't have a favorite rapper, nah
I don't even like rapping, nah
I kinda want a new profession, yup
But, that feels like a bad decision, so
I'm gon' keep on going a little further
I don't think that this my exit (oh)
This shit is reminiscent of my fucking job
Swear I'm clocked in even when the shit ain't on the wall
Do my best not to fuck that shit up and smile through it
But, I'm twenty-five dog, I just wanna make music
Shit, I watched Mac Miller, Wiz, Logic, Chance, Cole
Big Sean, Mike Pos, fuck it, where'd the time go?
I'd be lying if I said I didn't think about it
We're the same age dog, shit, think about it, yeah
This ain't a what if now, it's just a when the fuck?
How much you gotta give till you given up?
And if you get ahead, should you let it up?
Or keep that shit moving like you're taking lunch?
And if this shit a race, am I keeping up?
Or am I sidelines throwing finger guns?
I don't fucking like you, I never liked you
But, I'm in love, fuck
I ain't ever lied
This shit has 2010 on it, shit I'll drop a ten on it
Do you got a five?
I been on the fence, oh yeah
I set down the pen and I picked up where I left
Did I make this fucking mess?
Open up a window, I wanna see the sun
Just to feel what it says
Did nobody warn me that it started storming
Clothes on the bed
I need time to get dressed (yeah)
This shit is reminiscent of my come-up
Shit a four way stop, I think I might just pull up
Feel like summer '09, hold on, let me warm up
Before Jermaine even dropped, before he dropped the Warm Up
Told myself, hell nah, I can't change, I'm too paid
Most of y'all so cap, you only rocking toupees
Been in love, but I'm working on just being okay
But sometimes I wonder if I've had enough, had enough
'Cause I've been trying not to lose
My shit before that shit gets me in trouble (oh)
Fuck it, let's just keep on going
Little further, I don't think that this our exit, no
But I don't fucking like you, I ain't ever like you
I ain't ever lied
This shit has 2010 on it, shit I'll drop a ten on it
Do you got a five?
I just need a chance (oh yeah)
Oh, was that my chance?
Yeah
This shit is reminiscent of my old days
With my hand stretched out, still in the hallway
Like fuck it, maybe I won't even go in
Maybe I'll skip class, ain't like I won't pass
Put a finger up, separated by a fuck you
Is right now a bad time to say I wanna fuck you?
Is right now a good time to show myself out?
I prefer clothes on the floor, not closed doors, yeah
I don't have a favorite rapper, nah
I don't even like rapping, nah
I kinda want a new profession, yup
But, that feels like a bad decision, so
I'm gon' keep on going a little further
I don't think that this my exit (oh)
This shit is reminiscent of my fucking job
Swear I'm clocked in even when the shit ain't on the wall
Do my best not to fuck that shit up and smile through it
But, I'm twenty-five dog, I just wanna make music
Shit, I watched Mac Miller, Wiz, Logic, Chance, Cole
Big Sean, Mike Pos, fuck it, where'd the time go?
I'd be lying if I said I didn't think about it
We're the same age dog, shit, think about it, yeah
This ain't a what if now, it's just a when the fuck?
How much you gotta give till you given up?
And if you get ahead, should you let it up?
Or keep that shit moving like you're taking lunch?
And if this shit a race, am I keeping up?
Or am I sidelines throwing finger guns?
I don't fucking like you, I never liked you
But, I'm in love, fuck
