Cold Summers

The boy been gone a few summers Too long for road runnin' Trunk full of old hunnids Of course my old lover was scorned We grow from it Don't tell me they don't hunt us for sport I chose substances No cuddles, the bases is all covered Niggas come in the door and smoke somethin' Choke up on the slugger for home run hitters Nigga, it's on Chest up his head tucked on the floor We pressed up on the boy No more bluff-in Cold summers, don't tussle with strangers Some of those keep one in the chamber Three spliffs had my wing tips clipped I was stuck in a hangar, nigga Muffle my pain and muzzle my brain up Really, I'm just making sure my promise is kept Chump confused if he know it's the end Kept the truth and I'm pounding my chest See it through, keep a noose hangin' off of my neck You got the juice? Niggas corny as shit We on the loose, niggas know what it is We makin' moves, you niggas corny as shit We got the juice, niggas know what it is --- Cold Summers - Earl Sweatshirt