[Intro]
Thanks for tuning in
We should do it again
Soon
Shout out my good friend Navy Blue
[Verse 1]
This sound like Grape Soda in the summer
The heat rising, let the fire hydrant spray over
The street, seeps leaves, the concrete a deep color
Damn, it's hot, cools us down before the days over
Keeps us covered without shade on 'em
Before the Sun fade on 'em
Need all the vitamin D, the Sun laid on him
While we got this weather
After winter, always blessed that we got the pleasure
Do me one better
Let go of all the pressure
All together
That once stressed ya
With just one gesture
Wipe your hands clean
Then take a fresh sip out the canteen
All that grape soda gon' clog your arteries
Give you diabetes, shit, make it hard to breath
Leave you panting, drink more water
Let that can be, before you can't breathe
I wanna see you be
Everything you can be
Playing toy soldier's
To playing with yourself, some hand cream
It was Bally as the boy got older changed to brandy
Then took the choice to go slower
Still smoke mad weed
But its a joy to know I can't see
No more bad dreams
Keep having one took a Toyota Camry
To the grand prix
Like there must have been a mistake
And when I win, I wake
Asked the psychic what it meant
She said the kid was straight
I'm fine
Whatever I find, I'll take
But I'm still in a state of mind that'll drive me to finer place
And whatever it is thats mine I'll make the best of it
So the dream I had I'm starting to make sense of it
Thanks for tuning in
We should do it again
Soon
Shout out my good friend Navy Blue
[Verse 1]
This sound like Grape Soda in the summer
The heat rising, let the fire hydrant spray over
The street, seeps leaves, the concrete a deep color
Damn, it's hot, cools us down before the days over
Keeps us covered without shade on 'em
Before the Sun fade on 'em
Need all the vitamin D, the Sun laid on him
While we got this weather
After winter, always blessed that we got the pleasure
Do me one better
Let go of all the pressure
All together
That once stressed ya
With just one gesture
Wipe your hands clean
Then take a fresh sip out the canteen
All that grape soda gon' clog your arteries
Give you diabetes, shit, make it hard to breath
Leave you panting, drink more water
Let that can be, before you can't breathe
I wanna see you be
Everything you can be
Playing toy soldier's
To playing with yourself, some hand cream
It was Bally as the boy got older changed to brandy
Then took the choice to go slower
Still smoke mad weed
But its a joy to know I can't see
No more bad dreams
Keep having one took a Toyota Camry
To the grand prix
Like there must have been a mistake
And when I win, I wake
Asked the psychic what it meant
She said the kid was straight
I'm fine
Whatever I find, I'll take
But I'm still in a state of mind that'll drive me to finer place
And whatever it is thats mine I'll make the best of it
So the dream I had I'm starting to make sense of it
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