| Summer time in New York we spend a week in outer Long Island
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| Fly was up on my shirt I bet the natives think I’m Hawaiian
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| That is cannabis you jerk I spilt some weed while you were driving
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| City is mine, summer is yours, chilling with girls that you probably adore
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| Play my shit, just like a douche
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| She turns it up louder to brighten the mood
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| Je parle comme je veux, je viens de l’Afrique
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| La Cote d’Ivoire est mon coeur, et mon pays
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| Rapping in French and kissing with tongue
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| And making these people yell fuck it I’m young
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| The older you are, the farther you’ve come
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| The closer you are to becoming the one
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| Tonight will be a roller, coaster ride so be careful
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| We all have ups and downs, I’m Usain Bolt-in these hurdles
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| Crash landed my motives, lets set the world on fire
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| And if the people burn I hope they’re burning up with desire
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| Summertime out in Boston
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| Just living it up before the coffin
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| Her hair blow back her hips just sway
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| She’s really digging this album
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| I really hope that’s the outcome and my income gets a lil bigger
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| So my daddy know that we did it and I’m hero to my lil sister
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| All the kids just want a dream
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| And Kanye’s always got some new fashion
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| All these hipsters on the scene
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| They like my shit but don’t share the action
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| Wayne is always hitting lean
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| Them bitches always bump a dream
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| Momma fell in love with that green
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| Now she bumping all that I mean |