(featuring Jay-Z)
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[Jay-Z]
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Dear summer, I know you gon' miss me
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For we been together like Nike Airs and crisp tees
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S dots with polo fleeces
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Purple label shit with the logo secret
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Gimme couple years, shit I might just sneak in
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A couple words and like peaches and herb
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We'll be reunited and it feels so hood
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Have the whole world saying "How you still so good?"
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Well I do this in my slumber summer
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I ain't none of these half-assed newcomers, you know how I do summer
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I drop heat, when you bring the sun up
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The combo make niggaz act up, I pick the gun up
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Niggaz back up; they know I'm not no fronter
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I don't talk shit, I just flip it +Un+ ya
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Sorry Lance, I'm just trying to advance my quotes
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I ain't making you the butt of my jokes
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But let's not stray from what I came to say
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To my beloved, think we need some time away
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They say if you love it, you should let it out its cage
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And fuck it, if it comes back you know it's there to stay
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It's tugging, at my heart, but this time apart is needed
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From the public, who should've gave me the pulitz'
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Instead gave me they ass to kiss
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But you know me, thugging 'til the casket dips
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But still shine light down on all my peers
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I know they weird... some queer, I still want them to share
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And all the success I received, I know you can't believe
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I still love 'em but they don't love me
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They like the drunk uncle in your family
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You know they lame, you feel ashamed, but you love 'em the same
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It's like when niggaz make subliminal records
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If it ain't directed directly at me, I don't respect it
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You don't really want it with Hov, for the record
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I put a couple careers on hold, you could be next kid
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Keep entering the danger zone
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You gon' make that boy Hov put your name in a song
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If you that hungry for fame, motherfucker c'mon
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Say when, take ten paces and spin
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But on another note, 'bout to take another vaca'
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On another boat, goddamn a motherfucker rode
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His way out the hood, and I pray that I stay out for good
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But any day you know a nigga could
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Try and play like he Suge, then I gotta play like Dutch Schultz
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You pass the dutchie, I blast you, trust me
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Niggaz can't fuck with me
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I'm in a good mood, you lucky, I got a good groove
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And I ain't trying to fuck my thing up
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But I will lay down a couple green bucks, get you cleaned up
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Now I'm +Pulp Fiction+, Colt four-fifth and
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Young niggaz that blast for me/blasphemy, no religion
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[talking]
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Listen here summer baby, I just believe it's the right thing to do
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I got a brand new bitch, corporate America
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She showing me a lot of action right now
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And I know you put me on my feet and all, but
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I mean, it's time for me to grow
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You gotta let me go baby, you gotta let me go
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I'm done for now, so one for now
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Possibly forever, we had fun together
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But like all good things, we must come to an end
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Please show the same love to my friends
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Dear summer
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Dear Summer
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Memphis Bleek |