J. Ban - Perfect Summer

Let me tell you my idea of a perfect summer
Trying to come up
From May to August on the grind, yeah
Let me tell you my idea of a perfect summer
Trying to come up
From May to August on the grind, yeah
Let me tell you my idea of a perfect summer
Trying to come up
From May to August on the grind
Please don’t waste my time with that fake shit
And don’t fill my mind with your toxic ways bitch
I’m locked in right now and I threw away the keys
Playing double up by Nipsey
As I blaze this weed
Overthinking shit, I need to get this green
I need to feed my team, I need to feed my family
Without them I really don’t know what could’ve happened
These boys could’ve caught me lacking in the parking lot
Trying to explain like really, this all I got
All summer, put my heart and soul in this music
I’m empty inside but when I write
This shit therapeutic
These boys squares
Repping different colors like a Rubik
Sunday night cruise, hot boxing Ruben’s Buick
My dog flag blue cuz, you know how we do it
It’s the summer so you know my crew getting to it
Trying to get it
From May to August on the grind, yeah
Let me tell you my idea of a perfect summer
Trying to come up
From May to August on the grind, yeah
Hundred degrees, breeze flows through the window
As I roll them down, you see smoke and smell the indo
That’s just me
And I’m enjoying this perfect summer
Trying to get bands playing beats like a drummer
Trying to build, but the devil fucking up the structure
So I rise above before he try to put me under
Seen em take a L and leave like KD with the thunder
We solid on this side and I put that on my mother
Paint the sky blue, Rest In Peace Nipsey Hussle
Gave us free game
I face the world with all these troubles
2 Words, hustle and motivate
It's off the muscle
Overtime, that’s how I knew
This marathon continues
And it's like a clock
This shit it never stops
I got the game on lock
Try to curse me off the top
This verse is worth millions
Should I stuff it in the socks
I’m spitting facts
So my fans bump this on the block
It’s the summer so you know my crew getting to it
Trying to get it
From May to August on the grind, yeah
Let me tell you my idea of a perfect summer
Trying to come up
From May to August on the grind, yeah
Yeah

Written by:
Joseph Banda

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