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Summer Jam (Ricky Rabbit Remix)

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๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

So where's your life?
Smoke weed everyday
So where's your life?
Make beats everyday
So where's your life?
Out on the street in the heat everyday
So where's your life?
So where's your life?

You know it's gonna be a hot one

Hot, sweat on my pillow's not fun
But I'm not one to willow in the hot sun
When I wake it's like I'm bathing

And I roll over, records playing now
But I'm staying laying down
No need to move a muscle
Today's plans is taking mushrooms twice for boyfriend Arthur Russell
And I might be talking heavy
And I might be walking sweaty
And I might be on that bus filthy bent from Betty
And I might be saying things when I leave and making people guilty
Big epiphanies, these drawers don't do shit for me

It's hot man and besides why the fuck should I care?
I don't need another layer downstairs when I'm walking around here
Trying out lines, you know the sun's tanning animal skins

Every time, so taste, embrace that
Yellow face and all this walking space
It's a billion degrees, music a breeze for that blood stream

And I got speakers on the sides of my face
And I got cassette tapes that turn on my waist
Plus a stereo back at my place
And if I didn't hate the waiting
I'd never change location when the temperature look like a FM station
Watch, a swampy Maryland summer
Turn into thinking about my mother with my brother

Cause fall turned us into each other
Plus right now is right now and pop visits his wife now
I'm broken and broke and I started buying records again
My style is just do it cause I forget what I spent

On some music junkie fixes
Drum machine hot from Friday Q club mixes

Pause tapes in lower pitches
Keep me zonked out, it's all good, this shit is vicious
Sick Miami bass bitch, you really need to get this

We say peace out then we bounce and
Outside feels like somebody's mouth
Can't go back home and chill on the couch
Rather hot box somebody's house
Get nice and fuzzy with my buddies cause they funny and I love y'all

Now we chuckling and coughing
And laugh for no reason while we talking
Summer jam

Summer Jam
Summer Jam
So where's your life?

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