Got a summertime soul hey now ain’t that cool?
My only summertime sadness is the countdown to school
And oh my good golly they got me up in the show
It’s my own damn folly I don’t know where to go
Have you ever failed (Remington)? Only at life
They all bought and brought guns, but I made my knife
Two cents for free now cut the dangerous bets
Ain’t never out matched no I can do this in sets
Red white and blue mutt I’m always up in the cut
My windows stay open but my door’s not shut
Just the quintessential eloquent American muscle
But if you don’t love to run my son then don’t hustle
Know the part that is the hardest is that of the hardened artist
For you’ll find yourself alone chasing ghosts in the darkness
Sometimes I might feel better if I’d just sit and cry
So I sit myself down sometimes and I try
And when the sun comes out and it might be my day
I let my shades drop down and it all fades away
I’m too wide for Nikes so don my ah-dee-dahs (Adidas)
And then I write another song it goes lah-dee-dah
Appreciate and give thanks and I take time to dance
And then I take another break and thank the good Lord for yoga pants
If’s can be dangerous and’s ok I like buts
We all got this new low from this middle class rut
I’m gettin’ older by the day but younger by the minute
Pull my laces for the race in case I find myself in it
Because I blow through my money guess it helps me to breathe
Guess I don’t mind relying on the tricks up my sleeve
I’m from the land of the man that we’re all caught workin’ for
I know all about it seen the money and I’m so bored
Work hard to work harder all American way
But I don’t think I like it I don’t think I’m gonna play
Had enough of the stuff we’re gonna add to the shelf
So spend my time writin’ rhymes entertainin’ myself
Would rather play a sweet tune like the ice cream man
And let you have an afternoon like nice dream can
Cursed with the gift or maybe gifted a curse
Hard to have a role model when you’re always in first
So I run to my headphones where the djs play
Let my shades drop down and it all fades away
I’m too wide for Nikes so don my ah-dee-dahs (Adidas)
And then I write another song it goes lah-dee-dah
Appreciate and give thanks and I take time to dance
And then I take another break and thank the good Lord for yoga pants
Another night past one and I’m too fun to drive
So turn my other side on and I let me come alive
Then I ask her to dance she has cheetah print style
Say “Hey I like what you’re wearin’ I got a thing for the wild”
Now we’re chattin’ time flyin’ ‘til the party done dies
"Boy it’s time to get gone lemme give you a ride"
"I appreciate it thanks but it just wouldn’t be proper
To leave my pilot out back with my new helicopter
You know it’s blue like the sky so we could just fly away
I got an island of violets and we could go for the day ...”
"No way but ok you know you might be my type
But enough with the stories I’m not a fan of the hype!”
"Fine I’m in politics, can’t you tell by my smile?"
"Now it’s your last chance to get my number to dial ..."
I was in once again but then the timing so right
"Yeah girl you caught me lying, my helicopter is striped!"
So I bmx home ‘cause she was probably cray
Ride with shades in the night and it all fades away
I’m too wide for Nikes so don my ah-dee-dahs (Adidas)
And then I write another song it goes lah-dee-dah
Appreciate and give thanks and I take time to dance
And then I take another break and thank the good Lord for yoga pants
I’m too wide for Nikes so don my ah-dee-dahs (Adidas)
And then I write another song it goes lah-dee-dah
Appreciate and give thanks and I take time to dance
And then I take another break and thank the good Lord for yoga pants