Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Summer High, artist - MarquesDate of issue: 04.07.2019
Song language: English
Summer High |
| Doo doo, yeah |
| Yeah |
| Flying close to the sun isn’t easy |
| But it’s an easy way out (But it’s an easy way out) |
| Out of this membrane (membrane) |
| Out of these problems (problems) |
| Out of this toxic state we live in (state we live in) |
| Caught up in working (working) |
| Thinking 'bout old friends (old friends) |
| Dreamin' bout you, babe (you, babe) |
| It’s a journey without the music (da, da da da dum) |
| This summer high got me feeling like a shooting star |
| No need for drama, I’m losing weight and I’m working hard |
| Too close to commas, my mama telling me «You the one!» |
| Keep my head up, and stick to me and keep moving on |
| Isolated from other people in the incidence |
| No need for conflict and conversations, the perfect win |
| Indulgence sickening, nicotine with a shot of gin |
| My thoughts are racing and chasing every second I get |
| Ticking time bombs, running out of room |
| Hitting JUULs with my bro, got a Mac, (?) tools |
| Back in 2005 I didn’t have confess to ever leaving a message and never reading |
| my textbook |
| I been impressed by the fact I’m a big man, big plans |
| Been tryna tour on the big stands |
| I’m playing ball with my fists, man |
| Pray to God asking if he ever missed me |
| No need for messages, sentences with the 'how you been?' |
| It’s just a preference, but send me letters with purple pens |
| And purples lenses on big Benz with lots of riches |
| I’m taking over, my foot’s cold from kicking snitches |
| I’m only switching in any lane that got pots to piss in |
| I want attention but tension don’t want a piece of me |
| Been hesitating from taking off for eternities |
| 'Cause when I’m coming back, is anybody gone funk with me? |
| Filthy, taking showers just to remember conditions at home |
| Mama telling me to pick up the phone |
| Here we go, hated decisions and actions |
| I’m back to the pack and I swear I’ll never be passin' blacks |
| And (?) acts of sin in parasitic masses |
| Pair of pants I took from where I spent the past week |
| Completely passed out, can’t face the facts now |
| Can’t stand my past now |
| Flying close to the sun isn’t easy |
| But it’s an easy way out (But it’s an easy way out) |
| Out of this membrane (membranee) |
| Out of these problems (problems) |
| Out of this toxic state we live in (state we live in) |
| Caught up in working (working) |
| Thinking 'bout old friends (old friends) |
| Dreamin' bout you, babe (you, babe) |
| It’s a journey without the music (da, da da da dum) |
| Tryna be the best I can be but at the same time |
| I have a hard time, tryna be Michael |
| Come into my show, stealing the mic, bro |
| Taking a break 'cause I’m all up in my mind, yo |
| I read the bible |
| They think I’m smarter |
| You see me on top, but I think I’m falling harder |
| Stevie Wonder, do I want love? |
| Do I want soul? |
| But I wonder, am I going under? |
| I get it stonefaced every second, no single clue |
| Too hard to gather the little things in the Summer Blues |
| Too tired to pick up the missed calls and sneaker shoes |
| My thoughts are lifted and shifted after reading the news |
| They killing off all our fathers, mothers, daughters for dollars |
| Paying for institutions by locking away the scholars |
| Brother would have been a doctor |
| Others could have been a author |
| I guess that we’ll never know until they start fixing they problems |
| Flying close to the sun isn’t easy |
| But it’s an easy way out (But it’s an easy way out) |
| Out of this membrane (membranee) |
| Out of these problems (problems) |
| Out of this toxic state we live in (state we live in) |
| Caught up in working (working) |
| Thinking 'bout old friends (old friends) |
| Dreamin' bout you, babe (you, babe) |
| It’s a journey without the music (da, da da da dum) |