| Sunshine, Chevy outside
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| Cleaning my ride
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| Summer in America
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| Speakers blast
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| The summers like cash
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| Comes and goes so fast
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| Summer in America
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| The grind in my old school time
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| For my skin to shine
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| Yeah, whoa yeah
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| Yeah, whoa yeah
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| Summer in America
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| And the winter just passed
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| Every year feels like it overlaps
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| Then when them months be longer, so it’s quiet where they hustle and trap
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| But when the sun peak, everybody doubling back
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| Chevelle keys, a couple of straps
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| Mobbing for a couple of stacks
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| These young boys is hungry
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| So they running up where they holding them at
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| Black mask with no gloves
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| One blast with no love
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| Banging out with blue fuzz
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| Front page, you know us
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| Way to the start the summer off, my foes is back at it again
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| The rest of us is trying to relax and put this smoke up in the wind
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| Listening to these blendtapes
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| Close your eyes and try to escape to a place far away
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| This Middle America heartache
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| Turned into a car race
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| Somehow I find peace in my '73 Caprice
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| It’s like my mobile motif
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| My holy sancturary
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| Where all worries are drowned out and buried
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| So keep them lames from anywhere near me
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| You hear me
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| (Leaning to the side, but you can’t speed through
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| Two miles per hour, so everybody sees you)
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| Summer in America
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| (Adjust the bass and let the Alpine blast)
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| Basketball parks is packed
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| Chevy’s out front and back
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| Dope boys is shooting Mac
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| To them bopping hoodrats trying to fill they seats up
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| Go ahead, recline, put your feet up
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| To this pimping baby
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| Caprice move like a Mercedes with better features
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| Bench chairs, 10 inch speakers, we OG riding
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| Roll down the windows, turn the sounds up, no lean for hiding
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| This is something and we left all that cold behind us
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| Shook off the rain clouds
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| 50 thou down the drain now
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| Crazy how it rains now
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| We came up then came down
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| A hundred spoke gold D’s, candy through the frame now
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| What an American summer
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| A season never affected by how we carry the others
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| This for the muscle riders and all of my lovers
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| The kid inside us that can’t wait for these summers cause they be |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Summer in America , by - RashadSong from the album Lincoln Way Nights, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп