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Summer is hot | Babies in beaters, beadin' under my t-shirt | Sun hit it right
Summer is hot Babies in beaters, beadin' under my t-shirt Sun hit it right Gleam on this chain, view from it all it might be worth Me and my niggas sittin' and listenin' Figurin' what all the trees heard We not the only ones, so when it comes to it Shit, pray both your knees work I ain't here for none of you I'm here to pay Grandmama back for her time Ain't mad you cryin', I'm mad it's somethin' I made you feel like you had to hide That's on me Really not better than anyone, have to put that thought aside Cause how can I scold you on loose fittin' clothes Belongin' to father once upon a time? Saw the world from the back of a bike Sun crownin' his head, I watch from behind It's so easy to write about death When none of y'all niggas is really alive Live, live, live, live, live, live from the Kitchen Table That we moved to the backyard 'Cause the house got packed out Touchin' my chest, touchin' my chin Hands on my cheek is a bliss Be as strong as the concrete But as fragile as when it and ya knees kiss I've been splitting through seasons Hoping all parts gon' eventually collide Youngin come runnin', light tight in his hands We gather and ask, "Is Magic Alive?" (Yeah)
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