E&j - Lost Summer

Intro:
Have you ever heard of a lost weekend?
The idea that whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas
The idea that you can act a fool and it’ll never be spoken of
Well, I’m trying to have a lost summer

Chorus (2x):
It’s a lost summer
It’s a lost summer
It’s a lost summer
It’s a lost summer
No keeping track
I’m DQ’d like the lost runner

Verse 1:
I need a hot girl summer dipped in chocolate
An overflow of melanin minus the toxins
Summertime Christmas
Shea butter kisses
Baby oil glisten like I’m Miss Johnson
I’m oiled up tryna to grab on
Hand slipping, ass is the only thing he puts hands on
What you mad for?
Untouchable Lakeshow '00
Clemson stripes on my thighs make him grab more
Only respect can address me
Don’t test me
Award wining game like an Espy
Second guess me?
And I’ll end up on top where the champs be

Chorus (2x):
It’s a lost summer
It’s a lost summer
It’s a lost summer
It’s a lost summer
No keeping track
I’m DQ’d like the lost runner

Verse 2:
I’m spitting freestyle bars to let loose
Mirror getting first looks
Sneak peak to new moves
Hips ticking tocking to pass time
Missing the touch of the big hand sliding by grabbing thighs
Beads of sweat turning good girls wild
It’s all in the eyes
Masked up, my eyes are telling lies
Or maybe they’re not
See, you’ll never know
I’m the people’s choice, no doubt I can work a poll
One rule of lost summer
The truth is always swallowed whole

Bridge:
I need a verse to twerk to
A beat to bop to
Lights dim
Slow grind
A joint to vibe to
A man who jives too
And when it’s all done
Like Rule
Between me & you

Chorus (2x):
It’s a lost summer
It’s a lost summer
It’s a lost summer
It’s a lost summer
No keeping track
I’m DQ’d like the lost runner

Verse 3:
Now I got you twerking, you can listen (time to listen)
Paused the 9-5 to give you me that’s hidden
Off the record been dying to talk in color
The law of the black letter removes creative from the scholar
It’s a collar around the throat of ideas restricting flow
So the same thoughts recycled in here
I need some air
It’s the weekend so my g’s get some time off
Let them relax
Not trying to be professional, let them kick back
So we hangin’ (hangin')
Shout out Tobs, stays strapped but it’s verses that be bangin’ (bangin')
It’s the flow that be slayin’
My words that be sprayin’
You don’t get it?
Took the g’s off my words to let them breathe
It’s tiring fitting into monolithic lawyering
My days off is my chance to be authentic
The fire rapped into every verse is relentless
Crazy is the warm-up, the next step is reckless
Big 30 in the building, sum of three exes

Chorus (2x):
It’s a lost summer
It’s a lost summer
It’s a lost summer
It’s a lost summer
No keeping track
I’m DQ’d like the lost runner

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