SLUMMER

Stay high and holy

Ain't into watches, don't mind the Rollie

I ain't a pastor, you bastards, I keep a black pistol-y

Chubby young jit talk slick, rollin' like Roly Poly

At 15, my girlfriend was thick, and she would slowly blow me

I would beat it down when she come around

She was down, she would help me sack all my nicks and dimes

She was fine, I was in my feelings, I was out my mind

It's the-, it's the-, it's the teenage love, making love, no glove

It's the-, it's the-, it's the abortion money, gotta get it up

It's the-, it's the-, I still feel like we still killed our baby girl

It's the-, it's the-, it get worse, and had a baby by a thug

It's the-, finally understand why women go to church and hum

You can hit 'em with a hurt so deep they heart can't come back from

Smile and make each other cum but could not overcome the slum

I remember the last time that we made love on the mama's sofa

Told me she was pregnant by this older nigga and it's over

A couple summers and our teenage love had turned to somethin' slummer

I can't love her like I used to, she somebody's baby mama

But she call me to come over when she go to see her mama

And we make love, and she talk about her stress and all her drama

As the project light would shine through the project window blinds

I would slowly stroke her body, I would try to pick her mind

I asked her, "What you gonna be?" and she said, "Michael, I'm gonna be fine"

Told me with my brilliant mind "You gon' be better than fine"

Told me I had places to travel, and she really wasn't into flyin'

Told me I was more than a dope boy, don't follow the deaf, dumb and blind

Done seen her a couple of times, and told her, "Ayy, baby, I owe you"

She hugged me, held on me tight, "You did it Micheal, I told you"

See, she was such a fine young thang (such a fine young thang)

But that ain't my side of things (yeah)

Think I might touch the danger for the love

She my summer love

In the throes of love (ahh)

Summer love (ahh)

Slummer love (ooh)