One, two, three, four... I wish I could take this heart in me, and show you all my sides From the inside out, the hope I felt, and why I write these
[Verse 1:] I?ve got a house in the city, I?d love to go. But like a bird in the park, I?d scramble for food. I did everything for you. And she likes
[Verse 1:] She?s got a silver tongue, but I?m keepin? up with time. Don?t plan on stayin? too long, enough to make you mine This isn?t what I do, oh
Wish, wish if you will but not for the cynic in your head or the background noise in your bed The one truth, that I wanna have, the one thing I cant
I got a problem brewing in my hands Cause I planned for adventure and lived in the moments Burdens fell on me the same way they fell on you But I love
shinin' in the sun You got your hair combed back and your sunglasses on, baby And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong After the boys of summer
real Let's coast together, hot air balloon together Lost deep in each other, love the fact You never get jealous, never flirt with them other fellas
Fuck That! 40 Cal. Here Right Beside Me Niggas Can't Deny He Hotter Than Mohave... Desert In The Middle Of Summer Let's have Menage a I Be Killin' Other
late, and I'm too thin We promise each other it's til the end Now we're spinning empty bottles It's the five of us With pretty eyed boys girls die to
the mall steady racking up the air miles hit the gym step on the scales stare at the number you say you dropping 10 pounds preparing for summer and you
I talk it, plus I got a mean aim Seem strange, cause them thugs keep on creepin up out of the cut Like every other summer, just to fuck a nigga up We
my luggage Face on screen for everything I does in the public Boy wonder, make the other boys wonder How we keep it comin' different e'ry summer Don
, "Puerto Rican Jane, word is down the cops have found the vein." Them bare foot boys left their homes for the woods Them little barefoot street boys,
m the 23 yr. old CEO [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Young Carter, I'm harder then them other boys. I ain't even fronting, baby I can take a summer off. I can break
spending hours in salons on your hairstyle in the mall steady racking up the air miles hit the gym step on the scales stare at the number you say you dropping 10 pounds preparing for summer
(feat. Trey Songz) [DRAKE:] It's Southern Smoke Boy ! Ho, Yeah, Uh huh It's Trey Songz and uh, D-R-A-K-K-E Ahahaha, the boy of summer are here man Ayo
have all of it And I learn to beg Oh, the boys on the radio They crash and burn They fold and fade so slow In your endless summer night I'll be on the other
Wearing our colors and talkin that gang fuss Giving up much love Dyin for a street, that they ain't even heard of But other motherfuckers want to stand
