Mouth's Cradle - Summertime | Текст песни

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n the summertime when the weather is hot
you can stretch right up and touch the sky
yeah on the street corner and i’m chilling with panthers
hoping that my beret will cover my antlers
daddy never made it out alive from the woods
yeah here under my heel i conceal the goods
when playing at high noon turns into knife fights
turn on your highbeams and use them as night lights
it’s the summertime and the living is easy
i’ll build a clubhouse with ramona and beezy
i solve all these crimes but the lambs keep screaming
but if you clap your hands then i’ll keep believing
and also you can clap if it’s your summer anthem
mouth’s cradle ambush striking at random
here’s a list of all the shit i’m digging lately
play it for you gaily on my ukelele

no one but me will make it through the night
but i can’t complain ‘cause it’s the summertime
can’t read your face please come into the light
now i see it plainly it’s the summertime

it’s the summertime and the living’s the best
i think i’ll grab my kids and we’ll move out west
they’ll leave their old school and all their old friends
and one story ends
my brother bought me a big box of chocolates
just like he promised
i think that y’all rappers need hooked on phonics
tomorrow’s big thing says “you break it, you bought it”
your flow is eggman and my flow is sonic
my flow’s a road paved with gold and precision
rogers has weapons and i got a vision
yeah i’ll eat my words they’re balanced nutrition
take you to dinner and you do the dishes
and also i have made my own reservations
gonna take a walk in the appalachians
me and b we’re reading from the revelations
but on the radio they’re just playing the same shit

no one but me will make it through the night
but i can’t complain ‘cause it’s the summertime
can’t read your face please come into the light
now i see it plainly it’s the summertime

it’s the summertime and the living is swell
sometimes i think i’m living in a living hell
so i fry up some toast no butter no jam
don’t judge you don’t even fucking know who i am
no you don’t you don’t even fucking know who i am…

no one but me will make it through the night
but i can’t complain ‘cause it’s the summertime
can’t read your face please come into the light
now i see it plainly it’s the summertime

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