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