Summer Madness Phora

[Verse 1: Phora]
Steady cruising down the 1-0-5
Sun beating on my skin, it's the summer time
We all kids with no guidance, so we running wild
Looking for ways to get fast money, homie, fuck a job
Ain't no time to punch my name in on a clock
That's probably why half of my niggas slaying on the block
And they ain't with the talk, either you banging or you not
I chose to stay away, these cats will spray you on the spot
Cause in the summer time, the murder rates go up
Cali heat with no AC will make you go nuts
Temperatures rising and attention high and
Brothers is dying and mothers is crying
Lives getting taken, I'm hoping it's not mines and
Any of my loved ones, cause all I hear is sirens
I just need to get away and get some fresh air
Maybe to the islands, they ain't dealing with no stress there
I should take a whole crowd with me
And take a break from all the noise in this loud city
But I love it here, it's where I was raised
So many warm nights, so many beautiful days
So many good girls stuck in the bad ways
Lifes too short, we hit ninety-five in the fast lane homie
Yeah, stuck in the bad ways
Lifes too short, we hit ninety-five in the fast lane homie