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[Intro:] Summer Summer I'm sad that you left me I learned so much stuff and seen the best fees Got with em' and broke up Getting more mature now I'm listening to slow stuff Doing style changes like a bowl cut I got closer to the homies no homo And jumped around everywhere like a Pogo Met new people, got more creative, bought way more shit And talked on the phone late night for hours like a day shift And oh yeah the pool parties were the shh... hot And it was hot as hell whether not you like it 06' til infinity I'm still prices Name is Casey Veggies go and tell a friend Summer I will miss you until you come back again It's like Believe in the little kid, I know you wouldn't believe what I done did, What I been through My words go to your mind and it makes the music mental Guided by many, hated by plenty But really they fulfill me, but I was never empty In the Toyota but why not the Bentley Keep pushing until enough is in me And I don't need nobody to defend me Big Hof talking about how much he gonna lend me, I wish I had it But money don't come like magic, and I spent it all SongtexteOn this thing called fashion, writing these verses making a nigga tear up It's my passion, young ludacris my life is just crashing Skateboard P, I can do it too, now I'm skateboard c And all my real niggas right by me Oh, and hate is a motivator, if ya can't remember my name y'all gon know it later I work hard, didn't wanna come out last night Big boy, but I was always an outcast So did Summer did Winter Wrote so many verses got paper cuts and splinters My name is Custom, check the resumes Throw on some mean Nike's like every day Mother I love you, you were my life is very needed Whenever you say something to me I just receive it All these rappers say they the truth but I don't believe it Nigga give me the fame and a deal Y'all gon be seeing, yea maybe y'all won't believe it Throw on some Levi's and don't forget to crease it I just wanna make it one day, I wanna be something Whether it's writing rhymes or shooting threes on him I need a chance, trust me I'll give it my all To all y'all until I fall, I feel ten feet tall That's what the high self esteem does for ya Spitting too hard Mama I need a lawyer Hot out the microwave nigga I'll bore ya Don't usually play games but girl I'll toy ya Beyonce is the best, what's up with Latoya? As I get older I get harder and harder Thank you Father So fresh dude, thank you barber I love girls thank you barber Speed it up at a faster pace, get out the way I'll spray you with mace It's not everything it's just a taste and I hope you all like it Put the skateboard by the Nikes we all gonna eat there Catch me where they sell street ware I'm telling you I'm not asking Shoot a few Swisher's for my daddy If we was golfing she would be my caddy I can't understand you, all I hear is static (It's like all I hear is static Man, all I hear is static) Aus Songtexte Mania