I've been trying to find the right words. But they always seem to hit the page wrong. You see I tend to fight words. You breathe me into life, and you're gone.
It's summertime and the living is easy. The bees are jumping and the cotton is high. Your daddy's rich and your mama's good looking. Would you hush, pretty baby, don't you cry.
Ooh, ooh. Ooh, ooh. Ah, ooh, ooh. Ooh. . Drive slow, drive fast. Whatever the destination is. I'mma leave all the numbers on the dash. The Sheriff's tryin' to come to see me.
Summer, summer, summer time. Summer, summer, summer time. Summer, summer, summer time. . Well listen Summer time in the city. Now niggas ride around town, for another sounds, look before the smithy.