Dear Summer Lyrics - Memphis Bleek

Dear Summer, I know you gon' miss me 

For we been together like Nike Airs and crisp tees 

S dots with polo fleeces 

Purple label shit with the logo secret 

Gimme couple years, shit, I might just sneak in 

A couple words and like peaches and herb 

We'll be reunited and it feels so hood 

Have the whole world saying, "How you still so good?" 

Well, I do, this in my slumber summer 

I ain't none of these half-assed newcomers 

You know how I do Summer, I drop heat when you bring the sun up 

The combo make niggaz act up, I pick the gun up 

Niggaz back up, they know I'm not no fronter 

I don't talk shit, I just flip it, ya 

Sorry Lance, I'm just trying to advance my quotes 

I ain't making you the butt of my jokes 

But let's not stray from what I came to say 

To my beloved, think we need sometime away 

They say if you love it, you should let it out its cage 

And fuck it, if it comes back you know it's there to stay 

It's tugging at my heart but this time apart is needed 

From the public, who should've gave me the Pulitz' 

Instead gave me they ass to kiss 

But you know me, thugging 'til the casket dips 

But still shine light down on all my peers 

I know they weird some queer, I still want them to share 

And all the success I received, I know you can't believe 

I still love 'em but they don't love me 

They like the drunk uncle in your family 

You know they lame, you feel ashamed but you love 'em the same 

It's like when niggaz make subliminal records 

If it ain't directed directly at me, I don't respect it 

You don't really want it with Hov for the record 

I put a couple careers on hold, you could be next kid 

Keep entering the danger zone 

You gon' make that boy Hov put your name in a song 

If you that hungry for fame, motherfucker, c'mon 

Say when take ten paces and spin 

But on another note, 'bout to take another vaca' 

On another boat, goddamn a motherfucker rode 

His way out the hood and I pray that I stay out for good 

But any day you know a nigga could 

Try and play like he Suge then I gotta play like Dutch Schultz 

You pass the dutchie, I blast you, trust me 

Niggaz can't fuck with me 

I'm in a good mood, you lucky, I got a good groove 

And I ain't trying to fuck my thing up 

But I will lay down a couple green bucks, get you cleaned up 

Now, I'm 'Pulp Fiction', Colt four-fifth 

And young niggaz that blast for me, no religion 

Listen here, Summer baby 

I just believe it's the right thing to do 

I got a brand new bitch, corporate America 

She showing me a lot of action right now 

And I know you put me on my feet and all 

But I mean, it's time for me to grow 

You gotta let me go, baby, you gotta let me go 

I'm done for now so one for now 

Possibly forever, we had fun together 

But like all good things, we must come to an end 

Please show the same love to my friends, dear Summer