SLUMMER 4 JUNKIES Killer Mike

[Intro]
Summer was when he really grew up, became a man
But it slipped through your fingers so quick
Only thing you had left to hold on to was the memories

[Verse 1]
Stay high and holy, ain't into watches, don’t mind the Rollie
I ain't a pastor, you bastards, I keep a black pistol-y
Chubby young jit, talk slick, rollin' like roly polies
Fifteen, my girlfriend was thick and she would slowly blow me
I would beat it down when she’d come around
She was down, she would help me sack up my nicks and dimes
She was fine, I was in my feelings, I was out my mind
It's that, it's that, it's that teenage love, makin' love, no glove
It's that, it's that, it's that ’bortion money, gotta get it up
It’s that, it's that I still feel like we still killed our baby girl
It’s that, it's that it get worsе-er, had a baby by her thug
It's that finally understand why womеn go to church and hum
You can hear them with a hurt so deep they heart can't come back from
Smile and make each other cum, but could not overcome the slum
I remember the last time that we made love on her mama’s sofa
Told me she was pregnant by this older nigga and it's over (It's over)

[Chorus]
Promises
Promises, promises, promises, promises, promises, promises
Promises
Promises, promises, promises, promises, promises, promises
Promises
Promises, promises, promises, promises, promises, promises
Promises
Promises, promises, promises