July

July said she loved me I considered leaving her on read In the middle of summer feeling that sultry air Beautiful morning bloom and tan lines It's nine in the after noon and sometimes I wonder what it means to see through my dreams I've been transparent I was torn from seams Loosened-up by these these heat waves You stay inside, ponder on old days I'm on the beach, plotting on new waves It's summer time, when the ladies gets the craziest, When I'm on my grind and those bums get the laziest Writing spells, then poof Tops disappearing My head start spinning Boom that nipple was proof The fourth came up in sparks Spending time at the park With July and she bomb You wouldn't know her She ain't from 'round these parts All this inspiration and I got Writers cough I'm choking on the spit I'm dealing I need an extra bucket These beats keep shifting but I'm too broke for plugins Take a look outside It's straight gorgeous But I got ashy out her Asking where the whore is That's not what's important Master art of copping Creating bonds that potent Looking back there's nothing worth the notice You'll feel like you're flying in the moment