SUMMER III (OUTRO) ft. Lil EZ, Kermode Zay & Rob Buck Lyrics

In December

We in December

Smoking bowls back to back in the Rolls Royce rover

No hangovers

Ain't had shit in September

In the summer time, working back to back

There was some crumby times

Now it's money times, getting bands

No time for funny times

No more momma scrutinize since the summer time

I get dummy high

And I'm breaking down your walls

Only repping brands you won't find in no mall

Call me Victor way I ball

Ain't talkin' about Wembanyama or your mama

Who fed me marijuana

Or your pretty señorita

And I get hoes

Like Columbus

The names are Niña

And Pinta

And Santa María

And I'm straight heat

Like a song by Greta Van Fleet

This shit sweet, I'mma play it on repeat

I'mma play it on repeat

'Til you fall asleep

'Til you fall asleep

'Til you fall asleep

We in December

In December

In December I'm really on a jam

I throw you in a cell and I read you your Miranda

Your Miranda

Your Miranda

Yo Miranda

Yo Maria

I think I'm drunk (it's lit)

Shoutout Rob, man this beat hit crack in the 80's

Now Zay about to fuck this up just like I do the tendies in Davies

We flowing on the summa beat like the water in the Euphrates

And any time we say I can't, I'mma do it with great ease

Zay just scammed your great grandmother, insurance check

Got this cash and separate the bills in different sects

'Cause the money my religion

Practicing what I preach

As I'm sitting reminiscing about the Wendy's 4 for 4

Need it back like I need air to breathe

Now that shit cost like six bucks and it don't hit the same

Sick of corporations, capitalism and greed

Just want some cheap food that smacks when I playing monkey game

Shoutout Ninja Kiwi, know I've said it before

But Bloons Tower Defense just about saved my life

Popping balloons at the top floor of the Lismore

That one hero monkey Sauda pop balloons with her knife

I'mma play it on repeat

'Til you fall asleep

'Til you fall asleep

'Til you fall asleep

We in December

In December

In December I'm really on a jam

I throw you in a cell and I read you your Miranda

Your Miranda

Your Miranda

Yo Miranda

Yo Maria

I think I'm drunk (ah)

Ayo the road of life, it ain't ending pack a bowl

Bitch it's summer time

Frisbee in the air, watch it float

Bitch let's float down the Chip'

Blunt in hand, rum 'n' Coke

Yeah I'm soaking in all of the sunlight

My skin is toasted

But she still don't love me

Invisibility cloaking every time she walking past me

Because she got my heart choking

It ain't broken, don't worry

Got the bad bitches all soaking

Yeah they phoning just to moan and

I don't got no time for blowing all this time in my life

That I was given, find my purpose

Relating to others by rehearsing all these verses

And lift the toughest weights off my chest that I couldn't do in Churches

Create an auditory world that you can immerse in

And escape reality for the temporary time being

Bitch we talking time travel, hearing is believing

I'm a Time Lord, I ain't on this Earth for too long

But this is Summa III bitch

I'm here to stay let's rip the bong

Light up the you-know-what

Hop in the whip and take a puff

I throw the key in the ignition

Then I shift it in drive

Got odor coming out the trunk and shades are red up in my eyes

So I'mma do the speed limit and stop at the lights

I'm DUI right now, I don't belong behind the wheel

Because tipping this bitch sober man, I just don't see the appeal

Need me a crazy bitch like the producers on Dr. Phil

Or a big shorty back me down like her name is Shaquille

What? Ah... (boo)

You know shit, I'll never say a vegged bar ever again, my bad (boo)

She put her head on my balls like a number 9 that play for Brazil

That booty out of this world, you would think she's an extra-terrestrial

Armed 'n' dangerous, might kill a terrorist like a trained Navy SEAL

But also down to chill, eat fish like a regular seal

I'm thinking about some Kwik Trip grub, it might be my next meal

Light a bowl then go hop in my automobile

I'mma play it on repeat

'Til you fall asleep

'Til you fall asleep

'Til you fall asleep

We in December

In December

In December I'm really on a jam

I throw you in a cell and I read you your Miranda

Your Miranda

Your Miranda

Yo Miranda

Yo Maria

I think I'm drunk (it's lit)