Short Summer Lyrics - The Great Escape - Joe Budden

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No regrets, nigga no regards 

I know the bar, raise mine, y'all can lower y'alls 

What I lack in talent, I normally show in heart 

Prolly why they want the encore before the show can start 

So if you in my life, know ya part 

That's the best way for us to never grow apart 

Even through the mid-life crisis', y'all know who the nicest is 

Always tell it like it is in spite of it 

Dudes frontin' quite a bit, know I've grown tired of it 

Sometimes you'd rather just watch the movie than write the script 

Authentic, ???? 

More vintage, y'all mimic, all gimmick 

I ridicule what's been done 

See I ain't fooled by what's spewed bout they income 

Lose some you win some 

Perception, shit'll give you grey hairs and then some 

Inception are you living a dream of livin' in one 

Haters see me get to thinking that it cant be all good 

So I just kill them with the car, Brandy Norwood 

And keep chasin' success that y'all scared of 

Done carryin' dead weight, I'm no longer the paul bearer 

Check, I'm too grown for all the games I don't play with suckers 

I'm on the sideline, just watchin' the dave and busters 

But when you think of Joe this is unrefutable (Not a word, he means irrefutable) 

The paint is fucked up, but the picture gon' be beautiful 

It's gonna be a short summer 

'Cause most of y'all ain't built to last 

It's gonna be a short summer 

Cause soon enough your shit gon' pass 

It's gonna be a short summer 

You had your fun but now it's done 

It's gonna be a short summer 

A new season has begun 

Which wrong are you an heir to 

How can I be compared to 

Nigga you fallin' off with a parachute 

Ya stack short, you got some earnin' to do 

You new school, just means you got some learnin' to do 

I don't care to argue 

You to easy to tear apart through 

What I hear is partial, that whole project is Sarah Marshall 

And I dont know what type of shit you on 

I tried to make you get the point but you was Chris Duhon 

So where Ray Felton when you need em 

When niggas show you who they really are you should believe them 

Catch me with the top down, turnpike speedin 

Bout to have Jersey on fire like Cleveland 

With my back in the wall I ain't never got slayed shit 

Lebron was king until that pressure got Wade 

So if you marry the game I'll be at the alter waitin 

With some niggas I don't call 'til it's an altercation 

Less bail money, less court cases 

More mile high, more vacation 

More of my back rubbed, more of my feet massaged 

Had me thinkin she invented face time Steve Jobs 

They can't stay afloat, they proll need a mention 

We in two different boats, but yours need an engine 

Nerve of you niggas I earth you niggas 

Took the mirena out of shorty, gave birth to you niggas 

Dog, I hear everything you say 

You Steve Irwin to a upset stingray 

A lighter to a upset Jean Grey 

Now who's hotta, you notta 

True scholar, new prada, a few dollars 

Niggas want to hit em with the chrome like Blaka 

I'm waiting for them when they get home like Posada 

How did he compare a stove to hells kitchen 

That just make a man real mad, Mel Gibson 

So death to all the bullshit by any means 

Kill em all, hang em from the ceilin using skinny jeans 

For aspiring rappers that want to pop a can 

For the families of Sean Bell, Oscar Grant 

Nigga ya heat wave is almost up 

Playing for keepsake you almost fucked 

So when you talk about Joe 

When you done being critical 

Say the painter was wild 

But he made sure the portrait was original