Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Short Summer, artist - Joe Budden. Date of issue: 30.08.2010
Song language: English
Short Summer |
| Check it |
| No regrets, nigga no regards |
| I know the bar, raise mine, yall can lower yalls |
| What I lack in talent, I normally show in heart |
| Prolly why they want the encore before the show can start |
| So if you in my life, know ya part |
| That’s the best way for us to never grow apart |
| Even through the mid-life crisis', yall know who the nicest is |
| Always tell it like it is in spite of it |
| Dudes frontin quite a bit, know i’ve grown tired of it |
| Sometimes you’d rather just watch the movie than write the script |
| Authentic,? |
| More vintage, yall mimic, all gimmick |
| I ridicule what’s been done |
| See I aint fooled by what’s spewed bout they income |
| Lose some you win some |
| Perception, shit’ll give you grey hairs and then some |
| Inception are you living a dream of livin in one |
| Haters see me get to thinking that it cant be all good |
| So I just kill them with the car, Brandy Norwood |
| And keep chasin success that yall scared of |
| Done carryin dead weight, I’m no longer the paul bearer |
| Check, I’m too grown for all the games I dont play with suckers |
| I’m on the sideline, just watchin the dave and busters |
| But when you think of Joe this is unrefutable |
| (Not a word, he means irrefutable) |
| The paint is fucked up, but the picture gon' be beautiful |
| its gonna be a short summer |
| Cause most of yall ain’t built to last |
| It’s gonna be a short summer |
| Cause soon enough your shit gon' pass |
| It’s gonna be a short summer |
| You had your fun but now it’s done |
| It’s gonna be a short summer |
| A new season has begun |
| Which wrong are you an heir to |
| How can I be compared to |
| Nigga you fallin off with a parachute |
| Ya stack short, you got some earnin to do |
| You new school, just means you got some learnin to do |
| I dont care to argue |
| You to easy to tear apart through |
| What I hear is partial, that whole project is Sarah Marshall |
| And I dont know what type of shit you on |
| I tried to make you get the point but you was Chris Duhon |
| So where Ray Felton when you need em |
| When niggas show you who they really are you should believe them |
| Catch me with the top down, turnpike speedin |
| Bout to have Jersey on fire like Cleveland |
| With my back in the wall I ain’t never got slayed shit |
| Lebron was king until that pressure got Wade |
| So if you marry the game i’ll be at the alter waitin |
| With some niggas I dont call till its an altercation |
| Less bail money, less court cases |
| More mile high, more vacation |
| More of my back rubbed, more of my feet massaged |
| Had me thinkin she invented face time Steve Jobs |
| They can’t stay afloat, they proll need a mention |
| We in two different boats, but yours need an engine |
| Nerve of you niggas I earth you niggas |
| Took the mirena out of shorty, gave birth to you niggas |
| Dog, I hear everything you say |
| You Steve Irwin to a upset stingray |
| A lighter to a upset Jean Grey |
| Now who’s hotta, you notta |
| True scholar, new prada, a few dollars |
| Niggas want to hit em with the chrome like Blaka |
| I’m waiting for them when they get home like Posada |
| How did he compare a stove to hells kitchen |
| That just make a man real mad, Mel Gibson |
| So death to all the bullshit by any means |
| Kill em all, hang em from the ceilin using skinny jeans |
| For aspiring rappers that want to pop a can |
| For the families of Sean Bell, Oscar Grant |
| Nigga ya heat wave is almost up |
| Playing for keepsake you almost fucked |
| So when you talk about Joe |
| When you done being critical |
| Say the painter was wild |
| But he made sure the portrait was original |
| PARKS WAT UP |