SUMMER I (INTRO) ft. Kermode Zay, Lil EZ, Rob Buck & Bright Orange Lyrics

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Coming up, this is SEAUL FOOD

Now serving soul food, Chef Kermode Zay

Pleasurin' up in your ears

Like I work at Chick-Fil-A

Sometimes my bars be hard to swallow like an overcooked filet mignon

Not afraid to shoot the messenger or cast the first stone

Baked out of my mind at the crib

Playing games on my phone

Sometimes they say Zay,

"The lights are on but nobody's home"

Sometimes they say Zay,

"Are you sure you can drive?"

Sometimes they say Zay,

"Man you never gon' thrive"

Sometimes I try get high but all that fills my mind is gloom

Sometimes it feels like no one's in my corner or like I'm

Chillin' in Robs circular ass room

Take drugs, go to the moon

And curl up in a cocoon, but I'm not trippin'

Rip the cart and eat some crab rangoon

Tryna get some ass next to you and me

So I'll assume you here

Cause my bars jump you out your seat like it's a fire drill

Or cause when you thought the sesh was over

We gettin' higher still

Pushin' Ps from the south to the east

Yeah these bars so hard they finna take me overseas

Spendin' days all on the beach

Gettin' head in Costa Rica, like chica

It was really nice to meet ya

And I saw your mom

It'd be really nice to meet her

Like hello mamacita

Hello mamacita

I've got got a place for us to meet yuh

And I'm social catch me talking to my money

I got bands all in my hands

These Ben Franklins getting bloody

And I feel like Central Cee

S.O.S. rescue me

Yeah I need some energy

Ain't got enough ATP

And I pull up in the Sprinter

With my squad ready for Winter

In this weather

It's hard to get some exercise

So catch me bulking, extra fries

I think I'm fried, I really tried, I really tried

Now I'm

Now I'm

Now I'm runnin' through the money like I'm A-Train

And I'm runnin' through these bitches call me Usain

What you sayin'?

You insane

You insane in the membrane

You better bow like I'm your sensei

Fuck you mean it's only Wednesday?

And I'm wishing it was Friday

Got a parlay, bouta cash

And a fat blunt, need to ash

And a hundred on the dash

Put the whip in sport mode

Me and Zay dustin' ass

And we escape

Call me Tay-K, did the Race

Man free Tay-K, it's a disgrace

It's discrimination

And I'm spittin' like emancipation proclamation

Like Abraham an inspiration

Call my mom, I really made it

Making songs, not getting paid for it

Rob an inspiration

(Ay yo EZ, thanks brutha)

(Alright let's get this shit)

Aye, looking at the time fly

Like an SR-71 that's inbound

Fast like a drive by

Picking out my favourite cherries

Look up as it flies high

It's right above my head now

I wonder if he feeling high?

I'm a pilot on the rise

Grinding just to kiss the sky

But my body fortifying

Now I guess I'll have to lie

Tell it why I need more

And why I keep staying alive

I won't die

Gotta feed my mind for the future of my lifestyle

And my heart's runnin' miles

But she never getting tired

Golf Blitz on my phone

Feels like I'm already retired

Hit the links whenever I want

Yeah my putt game is on fire

Get a hole in one every other round like I'm Tiger

Bitch, put the phone down

It's time to get your ass outside

Maybe smoke in the woods

Or take your girl to Mount Simon

Wait that's basic

Maybe High Bridge or the Lookout 'round nine

Pick up Cheetah Piss from Lyd then reach nirvana into the night