SUMMER PARTY
André 3000, toasty digital, Lil Baby
Poolside convo about your summer last night
Ooh yeah about your summer last night
I wasn't devastated
But you could've held my hand through this
Baby let my mind run underneath warm jets
So now I'm so low that I can see under
The skirt of an ant
So low that I don't get high no more
When I Geronimo, I just go, "Heh"
Solo, my cup is a rojo, my cholo, my friend
So low that I can admit
When I hear that another kid
Is shot by the popo
It ain't an event no more
So low that no more high horses
So hard to wear Polo
When I do, I cut the pony off
Now there's a hole where there
Once was a logo, how fitting
So low that I can give a
Fuck about what is trending
Tryna cut down on my spеnding
Regardless of winning, instead of prеtending
And bending over backwards
Over half of these hoes had work done
Sayin' they want something real from a man
Just saying it, we being real persons
I hate that it's like this, I feel for you
Ant
I don't know what it's like with a skirt on
So pardon me if I am being insensitive
But darling, this only worsens
So low my halo stay way low
It feels like it's bent
So low that when they throw pussy or pesos
Don't pay no attention to it
So low that I am no rookie
But feel like a kid
Lookin' at the other kids
With astonishment while I'm on punishment
Watchin' the summer come close to an end
After twenty years in
I'm so naive I was under the im
'Pression that everyone wrote they own verses
It's comin' back different and, yeah
That shit hurts me
I'm hummin' and whistlin' to
Those not deserving
I've stumbled and lived every word
Was I working just way too hard?
I'll be honest, I wasn't devastated
But you could've held my hand through this
Baby let my mind run underneath warm jets
Yeah, walkin' on the bridge
I threw my sins over the deep end
Sippin' 'til my stomach hurt
This month I done lost three friends
Early mornin', brainstormin'
Normally I can't sleep in
Sometimes I just wanna restart it
But it all depends
If I'ma be that same young
Hungry from West End
Wrote my hardest wrongs and the crazy part
I ain't have no pen
Maybach interior came with sheepskin
Still remember when I just had three bands
Now I'm the one everyone call on
'cause I got deep pants
Bro told me the way to beat the
Game is on the defense and
Never fazed by names that they might call me
But they gon' respect it
And I feel like you better
Off tryin' to call
I might not get the message
And she just tried to run off with my
Heart, but I blocked off the exit, yeah
Ah hah we know you're sugar
Hey, Miss Donda you run into my mama
(We know you're sweet like a sucker)
Please tell her I said, "Say something"
I'm startin' to believe ain't no
Such thing as Heaven's trumpets
No after-over, this is it, done
(Pretty sweet) if there's a Heaven
You would think they'd let ya
Speak to your son
(Pretty sweet) Maybe she has in the
Form of a baby's laugh
I heard passing by in a
Stroller remindin' me, "Hey, keep rolling"
I don't know (Pretty sweet)
Maybe she has with a prick
Of a blade of grass
I've been layin' on way too long
Got me itchy got up and roamed a lil' more
Miss Donda, you see my mama
Tell her I'm lost
(We know you're sweet like a sucker)
You see, she'd always light
A cigarette, we talk, i would cough
Exaggeratin' a lil' bit so she get the point
(Pretty sweet) Tryna get her to stop smokin'
I would leave and fire up a 'Til I quit
(Pretty sweet) , started back up again
Twenty years later
All that time, y'all thought a was high
Thought I was crazy my mom
(Pretty sweet) , she ain't cut no corners
Got me back on track
I don't miss her overstepping
But do miss her showin' Seven civilian life
Miss Donda, you see my father, please
Ask him (We know you're sweet like a
Sucker) why he never married
Always smiled, but was he happy inside?
Because I carried my mother's name
Did he carry shame with him? (Pretty sweet)
I'm sure she did it out of spite
'twas her decision at birth (Pretty sweet)
Shit, she probably was hurt, ah, poor baby
Two young people with different views
A lot for a young lady
(Pretty sweet) No coincidence
They both passed away from heart conditions
There's a dissidence at play
Dad and mom do hard division three Thou'
This is mom, call me, bye
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