Dear Summer by Kiamo Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Wrote this love story about you, as I sit on the crate
Memories are memories, about the women I date
Sitting late, drinking liquor and smoking a eight
My job ain’t shit, looking out the window, on break
Can’t wait to get out, chilling with the homies at the park
Smoke depress away, lit a candle in the dark
Gotta watch for the shooters, shit happen when you walk
You ain't from here nigga, you just gotta watch how you talk
Seen shit, I won't speak about it, burning my eyes
Always fucking up the mood, you always blowing his high
You got the answer and you still always asking me why
How can I help you out, if you don't even try
Lead a helping hand, but they always take me for granted
Having me in your corner, seem like advantage
I'm on fire, independent, shit I can't even manage
I wanna love her, but I can't, 'cause she comes off as damage
I hope you hear me
[Chorus]
Dear Summer, I ain't missing the cold
Dear Summer, I ain't missing these hoes
Dear Summer, I'm a chill with the bros
Dear Summer, getting high when you low
Dear Summer, I'm a stick to the code
Dear Summer, stick up kid gon' catch him a lick
Dear Summer, he gon' sell him a brick
Dear Summer, I'm a give you a fix
Dear Summer, as we pray on our knees
Dear Summer, it's a hundred degrees
[Verse 2]
I'm sorry my love, I'm sorry my mother, I'm sorry my brother
I'm sorry my kids, I'm sorry sister
I'm sorry my father, I'm sorry my cousin, I'm sorry my aunt
I'm sorry my uncle, I'm my nigga
This shit real, this basically my last song
This some music, just latch on
Some shit to fall back on
I never thought I will retire, off something that I inspired
This something that gave my drive
Ever felt a love so real, that it's changing your life
So many people left you dry, now you figure what's right
Dead presidents in pockets, was my only fortune
Than I flip a quarter in a well, now making a wish
Minor set back for comeback, I'm up on my shit
I'm motivated off reflections, shit I am what I miss
Gangsta!
Give a hand, I bet they wanting a arm
Wake up late for your dream, should've set an alarm
Life a marathon, one step, I'm trying out last
And for that 3k, some will label you outkast
Shit is deeper than is, don't let them abuse you
If the shoe fits than wear it, than do what suits you
If you got what they want, than they trying to use you
Make them think they won, than that's when they lose you
Diamond under ground, what's under
Poetry about my life, Mae Francis, Dear Summer
[Chorus]
Dear Summer, I ain't missing the cold
Dear Summer, I ain't missing these hoes
Dear Summer, I'm a chill with the bros
Dear Summer, getting high when you low
Dear Summer, I'm a stick to the code
Dear Summer, stick up kid gon' catch him a lick
Dear Summer, he gon' sell him a brick
Dear Summer, I'm a give you a fix
Dear Summer, as we pray on our knees
Dear Summer, it's a hundred degrees
Wrote this love story about you, as I sit on the crate
Memories are memories, about the women I date
Sitting late, drinking liquor and smoking a eight
My job ain’t shit, looking out the window, on break
Can’t wait to get out, chilling with the homies at the park
Smoke depress away, lit a candle in the dark
Gotta watch for the shooters, shit happen when you walk
You ain't from here nigga, you just gotta watch how you talk
Seen shit, I won't speak about it, burning my eyes
Always fucking up the mood, you always blowing his high
You got the answer and you still always asking me why
How can I help you out, if you don't even try
Lead a helping hand, but they always take me for granted
Having me in your corner, seem like advantage
I'm on fire, independent, shit I can't even manage
I wanna love her, but I can't, 'cause she comes off as damage
I hope you hear me
[Chorus]
Dear Summer, I ain't missing the cold
Dear Summer, I ain't missing these hoes
Dear Summer, I'm a chill with the bros
Dear Summer, getting high when you low
Dear Summer, I'm a stick to the code
Dear Summer, stick up kid gon' catch him a lick
Dear Summer, he gon' sell him a brick
Dear Summer, I'm a give you a fix
Dear Summer, as we pray on our knees
Dear Summer, it's a hundred degrees
[Verse 2]
I'm sorry my love, I'm sorry my mother, I'm sorry my brother
I'm sorry my kids, I'm sorry sister
I'm sorry my father, I'm sorry my cousin, I'm sorry my aunt
I'm sorry my uncle, I'm my nigga
This shit real, this basically my last song
This some music, just latch on
Some shit to fall back on
I never thought I will retire, off something that I inspired
This something that gave my drive
Ever felt a love so real, that it's changing your life
So many people left you dry, now you figure what's right
Dead presidents in pockets, was my only fortune
Than I flip a quarter in a well, now making a wish
Minor set back for comeback, I'm up on my shit
I'm motivated off reflections, shit I am what I miss
Gangsta!
Give a hand, I bet they wanting a arm
Wake up late for your dream, should've set an alarm
Life a marathon, one step, I'm trying out last
And for that 3k, some will label you outkast
Shit is deeper than is, don't let them abuse you
If the shoe fits than wear it, than do what suits you
If you got what they want, than they trying to use you
Make them think they won, than that's when they lose you
Diamond under ground, what's under
Poetry about my life, Mae Francis, Dear Summer
[Chorus]
Dear Summer, I ain't missing the cold
Dear Summer, I ain't missing these hoes
Dear Summer, I'm a chill with the bros
Dear Summer, getting high when you low
Dear Summer, I'm a stick to the code
Dear Summer, stick up kid gon' catch him a lick
Dear Summer, he gon' sell him a brick
Dear Summer, I'm a give you a fix
Dear Summer, as we pray on our knees
Dear Summer, it's a hundred degrees