Analog Tyler, The Creator (Ft. Hodgy)

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
I can grab the fireworks, and soda, all the cookies we can eat
Make you nauseous, but be cautious, this is not Dawson's Creek
We could sneak away, fuck it, you can bring an eighth
I'm not gon' smoke, but I'm just asking, baby; could you meet me by the lake?
Said bring a towel, well, baby, meet me by the lake
Bathin' suit, it's going down, shit, just meet me by the lake
We could count the shooting stars, well, could you meet me by the lake?
Summer never has to end with me

[Verse 1: Hodgy]
I'ma give it to her, she want that summertime
I'ma give it like no other 'cause she know I'm hers
Damn right, she mine, we both know it
So when we separate everything fine, her phone ringin' in her purse
Damn right, it's me, I'm her nigga, nigga
Come for mines in summertime, I'ma bust that trigger, nigga (Hahaha)
Catch us Venice beachin', she wanna go shopping
Sundown after club 'cause she like to get it popping
Sangria on my freedmind, 'cause she likes to get it popping
No ecstasy for her, but she wanna get it popping
Drop topping, I measure her pleasure
Then drop in, when she get out of place I quantinize
She is my concubine, I am her porcupine
I poke her face her throat for taste, give me head like I'm on her mind
I know her analyzation, so when she try to fake
Summertime in the boat of love, meet me by the lake