Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Summa, artist - Peach Tree Rascals. Date of issue: 22.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Summa |
| Sho, I’m a runna if you wanna |
| Know, marijuana in the summa |
| Go, Dumb and Dumba |
| When I’m off da dro |
| Gotta Gotta, get my guap up |
| 'Sho, Tell my momma that I’m goin out |
| I’m bringin' back a gold |
| After that a platinum plaque |
| We gon' put it on the wall |
| Life a movie and it feel like we |
| Be sittin' middle row |
| Only do this for my brothers |
| No, I couldn’t do it 'lone |
| Trippin' on my mind, Ima ride on a wave |
| Lookin' like the sun’s gonna pass on away |
| I been trippin' through the summa |
| Turnin' nights into days |
| In the summa, what a color |
| I ain’t got no whip today |
| Feel like I’m in seventh grade |
| Feel that I might trip today |
| Fill my mind then let it spray |
| She don’t do no wedding rings |
| We don’t do possessive things |
| Used to want an Escalade |
| Then Tesla made a better way |
| On souls, uh, Friday fly home, uh |
| Ride through my old hood |
| My new one got old, uh |
| Made life my own, uh |
| Colors get bolder |
| Trees start to switch up, my breathin' |
| Gets older, I rolled up my |
| Trippin' on my mind, Ima ride on a wave |
| Lookin' like the sun’s gonna pass on away |
| I been trippin' through the summa |
| Turnin' nights into days |
| In the summa, what a color |
| All my days are right |
| Live for summer nights |
| I feel the breeze in summertime |
| (Summertime, summertime, summertime) |
| All my days are right |
| Live for summer nights |
| I feel the breeze in summertime |
| (Summertime, summertime, summertime) |
| Ah, the feeling’s gettin' greater |
| From a little piece of paper |
| Givin' life a different flavor, oh |
| Trippin' on my mind, Ima ride on a wave |
| Lookin' like the sun’s gonna pass on away |
| I been trippin' through the summa |
| Turnin' nights into days |
| In the summa, what a color |
| Trippin' on my mind, Ima ride on a wave |
| Lookin' like the sun’s gonna pass on away |
| I been trippin' through the summa |
| Turnin' nights into days |
| In the summa, what a color |
| Oh, ah |
| Oh, ah, ooh |
| Oh, ah |
| Oh, ah, ooh |