Cold Summers

We roam tundras

The boy been gone a few summers too long from road runnin'

Trunk full of old hunnids

Of course my old lover was scorned, we grow from it

Don't tell me they don't hunt us for sport, I chose substances

No cuddles, the bases is all covered

Niggas come in the door and smoke somethin'

Choke up on the slugger from home run-ins

Nigga it's on, chest thump, his head thump on the floor

We pressed up on the boy, no more bluffin'

Cold summers, don't tussle with strangers

Some of those keep one in the chamber

Three spliffs had my wing tips clipped, I was stuck in a hangar, nigga

Muffle my pain and muzzle my brain up

Really, I'm just makin' sure my promise is kept

Chuck a duece if you know it's the end

Kept the truth in my palm and my chest

See it through, keep a noose hangin' off of my neck

We got the juice, niggas corny as shit

We on the loose, niggas know what it is

We makin' moves, niggas corny as shit

We got the juice, niggas know what it is

Yeah

It is night and like the others I clean my weapons

It is all so familiar