Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Summer '09, artist - CYRUS. Date of issue: 25.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Summer '09 |
| I don’t fucking like you |
| I ain’t ever like you |
| I ain’t ever lied |
| This shit has 2010 on it |
| Shit, I’ll drop a 10 on it |
| Do you got a 5? |
| I’ve been on the fence (oh yeah) |
| I set down the pen |
| And I picked up where I left |
| Did I make this fucking mess? |
| Open up a window |
| I want to see the sun |
| Just to feel what it says |
| Did nobody warn me |
| That it started storming |
| Clothes on the bed |
| I need time to get dressed (yeah) |
| This shit is reminiscent of my come up |
| Shit a four way stop, I think I might just pull up |
| Feel like summer '09, hold on, let me warm up |
| Before Jermaine even dropped, before he dropped the Warm Up |
| Told myself, hell nah, I can’t change, I’m too paid |
| Most of y’all so cap, you only rocking toupees |
| Been in love, but, I’m working on just being okay |
| But, sometimes I wonder if I’ve had enough, had enough |
| 'Cause I’ve been trying not to lose my shit before that shit gets me in trouble |
| (oh) |
| Fuck it, let’s just keep on going, little further, I don’t think that this our |
| exit (no) |
| I don’t fucking like you |
| I ain’t ever like you |
| I ain’t ever lied |
| This shit has 2010 on it |
| Shit, I’ll drop a 10 on it |
| Do you got a 5? |
| I just need a chance (oh yeah) |
| Oh, was that my chance? |
| Yeah |
| This shit is reminiscent of my old days |
| With my hand stretched out, still in the hallway |
| Like, fuck it, maybe I won’t even go in |
| Maybe I’ll skip class, ain’t like I won’t pass |
| Put a finger up, separated by a fuck you |
| Is right now a bad time to say I want to fuck you? |
| Is right now a good time to show myself out? |
| I prefer clothes on the floor, not closed doors, yeah |
| I don’t have a favorite rapper (nah) |
| I don’t even like rapping (nah) |
| I kind of want a new profession (yup) |
| But, that feels like a bad decision |
| So, I’m gon' keep on going, little further, I don’t think that this my exit (oh) |
| This shit is reminiscent of my fucking job |
| Swear I’m clocked in even when the shit ain’t on the wall |
| Do my best not to fuck that shit up and smile through it |
| But, I’m 25 dawg, I just want to make music |
| Shit, I watched Mac Miller, Wiz, Logic, Chance, Cole |
| Big Sean, Mike Pos, fuck it, where’d the time go |
| I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about it |
| We’re the same age dawg, shit, think about it, yeah |
| This ain’t a what if now, it’s just a when the fuck? |
| How much you gotta give 'til you giving up? |
| And if you get ahead, should you let it up? |
| Or keep that shit moving like you’re taking lunch? |
| And if this shit a race, am I keeping up? |
| Or am I sidelines throwing finger guns? |
| I don’t fucking like you, I never liked you |
| But, I’m in love, fuck |