Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In The Summer, artist - Chris Webby.
Date of issue: 24.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
In The Summer |
Yeah, feelin' fucking good right now man |
God damn |
Ay, I’ma crack a cold one, me no catch flack from no one, I just kick back and |
roll one |
Hit the piff til' my dome spun, with a chick with her toes done |
On the beach with reclined seats til I soak up the whole sun |
With Sublime up in my speakers, vibin' to Santeria with a sexy mamasita |
Livin la fuckin' vida, shit i’m feelin' fucking lovely |
Not a single cloud above me, not a single fuck to give |
I’m winnin', 70 and sunny |
All my worries melted away like the snow and ice, now i’m playing mini golf and |
my stroke is nice |
You know what it’s like, no weight up on my soul tonight |
Timon was right, Hakuna Matata’s the way of life |
Late at night, catch me laying on the hood of my car |
High as fuck, eyes up, take a look at the stars |
And leave it at that, hit 'em with the steeziest raps |
That’s why i’ve got your girl rubbing sunscreen on my back |
Smoking Js everyday like dazed and confused |
Catch a fade, gettin' blazed while I lay by the pool |
In the Summer, just throw on a pair of stunners |
And go and catch a vibe motherfuckers |
Ay, It’s all good in the Summer |
Chillin' with the sun in my eyes, top down let it bump in the ride |
It’s all good in the Summer |
Faded 'cos we love to get high, post up, catch a couple of vibes |
It’s all good in the Summer |
And we don’t even got nowhere to go, seat back when my brim down low |
Yeah, we don’t even got no where to go |
The sun is shinin', time to fire up the barbie |
Fuckin' higher than the stars when i’m arriving at your party |
I’m a fan of malt liquor, in a brown paper bag |
I’m a fan of fat swishes, pass it 'round, take a drag |
I need a couple double rums, with the salted rim promptly |
Bet these drinks’ll fuck me up as much as fuckin' Bill Cosby would |
It’s all good in the summer, i’m in the hood with my brothers flippin' burgers |
with no shirt when i’m cookin' up supper |
And when i’m drunk I fuckin' think i’m Chef Ramsay |
My beers in my right palm, I guess tonight i’m left-handed |
Damn it, i’m fuckin' hammered so I jump in the pool |
And sober up and start again, 'cos we got nothin' to do |
Comfortable, doin' shotguns 'til there’s chunks on my shoes |
Jump in the Coop and make a beer run, re-up on the booze |
Now me and Webby in the Chevy 'cos we ran out of blunts |
And by the time we got back, the cops are angry out front, fuck |
Ay, It’s all good in the Summer |
Chillin' with the sun in my eyes, top down let it bump in the ride |
It’s all good in the Summer |
Faded 'cos we love to get high, post up, catch a couple of vibes |
It’s all good in the Summer |
And we don’t even got nowhere to go, seat back when my brim down low |
Yeah, we don’t even got no where to go |
And i’m up on my cloud, and right where I wan’t to be, no bringing me down, yeah |
You can find me when the sun goes down, i’m around, lightin' up a dooby you can |
smell across town |
No bringing me down, ay ay ay |
Ay, It’s all good in the Summer |
Chillin' with the sun in my eyes, top down let it bump in the ride |
It’s all good in the Summer |
Faded 'cos we love to get high, post up, catch a couple of vibes |
It’s all good in the Summer |
And we don’t even got nowhere to go, see back when my brim down low |
Yeah, we don’t even got no where to go |