ASher Roth - Summertime Lyrics
Summertime, blue skiesFeel the breeze, blowing treesAnd it feels good, so goodLike it should, can you feel it too?Summer sand, sun and tannedFeeling like a 100 grandUnderpants up in franceLike I'm from another landI'm a man, I got needsLike I need you on your kneesHummer me underneathDon't forget the nuteesHit the weed, wait a week againWhat you see me in starting withB and m. tell me what's the bpm?89, yeah that's fine, feeling likeIt's summertime. sipping somethingPotent, hope it's love potion number 9Damn you fine, from behind, what's your sign?What's your size? up your bra, oh my godKnock it off, knockers all naturalActual, when you're down, asher willI'm down for anything but only if theAss is still...Water in my glass of milkAbusing this mouthwash - woosh, wooshKush, kush - don't you with thatThis was your life? this is your nightWhen it comes to summertimeDon't you know the world is mine?Summertime, blue skiesFeel the breeze, blowing treesAnd it feels good, so goodLike it should, can you feel it too?Rolling down the street, need toCelebrate the weekendPicking up my best friendsTell em bring the weed and90 degrees, even got a slight breezeAnd, I don't need to tell you thatThis be my favorite seasonHanging on the beach, but I'm sittingUnder trees, and got a little vodkaMixed in my iced tea, and don't you knowI'm light-skinned? gotta use the right shitSpf 45th, chilling in my whitenessRolling up sticky buds, sticking allTo my thumbs, only smoking on a jointNo, I can't be smoking bluntsNot for fun, just invite the hot onesBring em to the hot tub, suddenlyTheir tops off, now my rock hardLiving like a rock star, push itTo the limit but stay out the backOf cop cars. can't be locked upBy law enfocement. all I do is lean backBreathe, and enjoy this...Summertime, blue skiesFeel the breeze, blowing treesAnd it feels good, so goodLike it should, can you feel it too?Catch me in that '83 heavy chevyDo this for the?Candy with the? girls to my liking36-24-36 sizes, coke bottle modelsFilled with surprises, eyes isWide and girlfriends gigglingEenie-meenie-minie, trying to find outWhat I'm swimming inIn the sundress, gotta undressWho got a body and brains, game'sThe dumbest. trees be the bombestLoving the calmness. living lifeToo right to get the wrong shitAnd I'm on this, you tell?They blow dros, spit flows, lay lowWhere it's sunny, can't complain aboutA thang mane, and I'm chilling withSome of the finest thangs on the continentSo I'm content with having a good timeIn my zone, on patron with a splash of limeSummertime, blue skiesFeel the breeze, blowing treesAnd it feels good, so goodLike it should, can you feel it too?
