Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Summer of Sin, artist - Apathy.
Date of issue: 29.06.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Summer of Sin |
Throwing out the wicked like God did the Devil |
Another |
Throwing out the wicked like God did the Devil |
Summer |
Throwing out the wicked like God did the Devil |
Full of |
Throwing out the wicked like God did the Devil |
Sin |
Cape Cod, Block Island |
Got your whole block whiling |
Richport to Newport |
Nothing funny stop smiling, money piling |
Sun shining, unwinding, water blinding |
Ray-Bans polarize, no disguise, summertime |
In New England, on a boat with a few woman |
Who’s swimming? |
Start sniffing talking quicker than the Fu-Schnickens |
Get out my Beamer bitch your bathing suit is still dripping |
Why you tripping, can’t you see I’m on a mission |
Girls kissing, this is cool |
Stay sipping 'till I’m pissing in the pool |
Last day skipping school as a teen |
Now I’m all about cash and vagine |
Maybe fuck her in the ass with a lil' vaseline |
In the bubble, don’t struggle |
Get your money and hussle |
I’m chilling at the Oyster Club |
Princet with island mussels |
And I radiate cool like the Fonz |
But I’m hotter than the sun |
Fucking blondes 'till their skin turns bronze |
With a bom-bom puking liquor on the homies lawn |
People quoting they songs like they were holy Qurans |
You want a Boston Whaler or Skiff, inhaling a spliff |
Dick stiff, getting throat while your little boat drift |
That’s New England lifestyle homie |
Peep the pedigree |
My Ouija board channels energy from dead Kennedy’s |
Like Caroline’s dad got a maritime flag |
On the cover for the summer with designer travel bags |
I’m. |
Beats everyday and pray for heavy waves |
Got a bitch named Becky who dress like Bettie Page |
Better chill, 'fore I chase her around like Benny Hill |
Fuck her in Poision Ivy patch, where’s the Benadryl? |
Summers magic, back and forth |
You can find me at the shore |
Arguing if we should take the born on the Sagamore |
Foul mouth Falmouth kids are loving my rap |
Cause I represent the East |
Putting New England on the map |
From Stonington Borough all the way to North Truro |
In like, less than three hours with the Audi Turbo |
It’s like, I like loud music |
Party invader |
That’s word to your mothers black dog wind breaker |
I’m so nautical, Nautica’s not an option |
And jocking the J Crew that I’m rocking |
I’m so popping I’m popular |
Pop shots at the rappers who rap regular |
Retina scans the infrared signature like a predator |
Ap for president preference of people who represent |
The place of my residence |
And you can see evidence |
All the way from Connecticut out to Venice with Evidence |
My sentence will shake up the oceans floor and stir the sediments |
Bodies bobbing on the water surface like a buoy |
Hootchies with the coochie cut her shorts showing booty |
This is not a movie, this is really and truly an East Coast summertime, |
so unruly I’m… |