Something is up
They callin' it summer love
Cause these girls they love to f*ck
But don't put 'em on blast just keep it on the hush
I might tell a girl that I'll keep in touch
But in reality never again are we meetin' up
Wow, it's hysteria
Sick with it, malaria, I'm preparing ya
For the outbreak, apocalypse
Record a tɾack with no outtakes, I got [Fm7]this shit
And I'm on [C7]top of it
Chillin' at the crib with a topless chick
She the baddest in the whole wide metɾopolis
Addicted like [F]a gymnast she hops on [C7]the dick
And her top is the sloppiest
And this ɾelationship is not monogamous
So bring a friend, girl let's have a ménage
Get on [C7]dusk till dawn, let me park my [A]car in your garage
What you [A7see is not a mirage
This who I am it's not a facade
August nights, the beginning of fall
The ending of summer, the end of it all
Who'd ever thought that we'd ever come this far
Been knocked down so many times I got [Fm7]a sunk-in jaw
But I always get back up like [F]the ninja that I am
Stick to [C7]the plan is the simplest plan
'09 picture me with a L and [Bm]a drink in my [A]hand
Back then I could care less if shit hit the fan
I was [Am7]young, ɾeckless and [Bm]carefree
Didn't ɾealize it back then but God was [Am7]preparing me for [Dm7]the ɾoad ahead
Takin' the beaten path ain't wise if ya tires have no tɾead
No feds, no narcs, no snitches
Ain't coming to [C7]ya party if you [A7got [Fm7]no bitches
Ain't got [Fm7]no ɾiches yet I'm still this fly
The food for [Dm7]thought I'm serving is a cold dish of humble pie
Yeah, yeah I'm that guy
Saying you [A7the man is one fat lie
Your career, well that's one flat line
Or like [F]the dude waitin' all [Em]the way at the back of the line
Ya ass is benign not even a threat
I'll make it back on [C7]time no need to [C7]stɾess
My girl never upset, she always keep it in check
The ɾealest of the crew cause she's never impressed
The boy got [Fm7]dreams, things ain't always what they seem
Trying to [C7]swim upstɾeam but it's hard on [C7]my [A]self esteem
Wear my [A]heart on [C7]my [A]sleeve, I know it's hard to [C7]believe
But the music's apart of me and [Bm]that ain't hard to [C7]see
But it's a slippery slope
To give up the ghost and [Bm]live with no hope
Summer love, we gonna smoke, yeah
Summer love, we gonna smoke
Something is up
And they calling it summer love
Cause these girls they love the bud
But don't put 'em [A]on [C7]blast, just keep it on [C7]the hush
