J-Definition - SummerTimes

You walk in, I lose focus
Time flies, but we move slowly
I wake up and you hold me
You talk down like you know me
I look forward to summertimes
If it's late, you could spend the night
We ain't even real friends, we just move alike
We ain't from the same ends, but the finishline
Wouldn't break, it might bend, but it's holding tight
Top down, yeah I'm whipping
Shit ain't been the same since we locked down; No visits
Used to wanna act out, for my attention
But all we really got now, is God-given
And God gave you that brain for a reason
Ain't shit done changed but the season
Seems to me you've always known
What it means to be so close to home, yeah
You can't chance it, I'm on the road and
You won't answer, I feel alone
But we don't need pretend if it's bonafide, yeah
You walk in I go dumb inside, yeah
You walk in, I lose focus
Time flies, but we move slowly
I wake up and you hold me
You talk down like you know me
I look forward to summertimes
If it's late, you could spend the night
We ain't even real friends, we just move alike
We ain't from the same ends, but the finishline
Wouldn't break, it might bend, but it's holding tight
You said slow it down, where I been?
You don't want no strings, no condoning violins
I know that it seems like I'm out here wildin'
Baby, tell me what you mean when you give me silence
'Cause I know it's tough now, 'cause I can't see ya
You keep me shut out so I can't read ya
You wanting to come down, but I won't meet up
You know when I come 'round that I won't leave ya
God gave you that brain for a reason
Ain't shit done changed but the season
Seems to me you've always known
What it means to be so close to home, yeah
You can't chance it, I'm on the road and
You won't answer, I feel alone
But we don't need pretend if its bonafide, yeah
When I'm with you, it feel like summertime, yeah
You walk in, I lose focus
Time flies, but we move slowly
I wake up and you hold me
You talk down like you know me
I look forward to summertimes
If it's late, you could spend the night
We ain't even real friends, we just move alike
We ain't from the same ends, but the finishline
Wouldn't break, it might bend, but it's holding tight

Written by:
Jacob Quintana

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