summer 17 Lyrics
| Song | summer 17 |
| Artist | MIKE |
| Album | tears of joy |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Michael Jordan Bonema | |
| 作曲 : Michael Jordan Bonema | |
| Part 1 | |
| [Intro] | |
| Uh-uh | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| Uh, uh-uh, uh, uh, uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, uh | |
| Yeah, yeah, uh-uh, uh, uh | |
| [Verse] | |
| Not again | |
| Vacatin' and it turned out he was not a friend | |
| Stay chasin’ with the burners, know it's not the end | |
| Who waitin', who deserted, I’ll plot, then send | |
| Which doctor gon' cure it like the grabba can? | |
| Lose patience like words when I'm off the drank | |
| Couldn't say it's not sure, take heart to hand | |
| Summer '17, mirror, we engulfed in flames | |
| Swear to God, just took my spirit, think she off the chain | |
| You can spot it when you hear us, we just not the same | |
| Outta pocket, had to tear it, when they called you names | |
| Shoulda shot, know you near me, when I'm on the stage | |
| Told, "Papa loves peace," it was more a rage | |
| What's the problem, well see, yeah, my morals changed | |
| Lotta coughin’, flex streets, how they poorly made | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Not again | |
| Play favorite, what’s the purpose if they not your mans | |
| City bakin' in the furnace, dog, we lost the land | |
| Not again | |
| Make sure this shit for certain when you jot the plans | |
| Start learnin’ fish serpents, how I defend | |
| Get your picture, paint it perfect, it's a lot to grasp | |
| Musta been about the paper, it's a lot to ask | |
| Pleased from livin' life for favors, nigga, not again | |
| Not again | |
| Play favorite, what’s the purpose if they not your mans | |
| City bakin' in the furnace, dog, we lost the land | |
| Not again | |
| Make sure this shit for certain when you jot the plans | |
| Start learnin' fish serpents, how I defend | |
| Get your picture, paint it perfect, it's a lot to grasp | |
| Musta been about the paper, it's a lot to ask | |
| Pleased from livin' life for favors, nigga, not again | |
| Not again | |
| Part 2 | |
| [Intro] | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| Uh | |
| [Verse] | |
| Puttin' shit aside quickly | |
| Didn't find a source of spirit that could shift me | |
| Not a sign, a mortal man diggin' six feet | |
| Switchin' sides, shots at head, but it missed me | |
| Not a shine, when your powers if, niggas did see | |
| See collide, when I'm out of spliffs, not a thing breathe | |
| Not a sign, get your flowers clipped | |
| Lotta blue seeds in the skies | |
| I be drownin' in, gotta lose grief | |
| From my mind, more empowerment | |
| Lotta loose leaves, had to die | |
| Gettin' out of death, hide the true speak | |
| What you are, she said, "My partner left" | |
| Niggas lie, niggas lie like the news be | |
| Biggest slice, get your feelings fried, tryna choose sheep | |
| Sick to side, nobody move | |
| My body too cheap for this pride | |
| I'm not in tune, but I still stream | |
| I'm alive |
| zuo ci : Michael Jordan Bonema | |
| zuo qu : Michael Jordan Bonema | |
| Part 1 | |
| Intro | |
| Uhuh | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| Uh, uhuh, uh, uh, uh, uhuh, uhuh, uh, uh | |
| Yeah, yeah, uhuh, uh, uh | |
| Verse | |
| Not again | |
| Vacatin' and it turned out he was not a friend | |
| Stay chasin' with the burners, know it' s not the end | |
| Who waitin', who deserted, I' ll plot, then send | |
| Which doctor gon' cure it like the grabba can? | |
| Lose patience like words when I' m off the drank | |
| Couldn' t say it' s not sure, take heart to hand | |
| Summer ' 17, mirror, we engulfed in flames | |
| Swear to God, just took my spirit, think she off the chain | |
| You can spot it when you hear us, we just not the same | |
| Outta pocket, had to tear it, when they called you names | |
| Shoulda shot, know you near me, when I' m on the stage | |
| Told, " Papa loves peace," it was more a rage | |
| What' s the problem, well see, yeah, my morals changed | |
| Lotta coughin', flex streets, how they poorly made | |
| Chorus | |
| Not again | |
| Play favorite, what' s the purpose if they not your mans | |
| City bakin' in the furnace, dog, we lost the land | |
| Not again | |
| Make sure this shit for certain when you jot the plans | |
| Start learnin' fish serpents, how I defend | |
| Get your picture, paint it perfect, it' s a lot to grasp | |
| Musta been about the paper, it' s a lot to ask | |
| Pleased from livin' life for favors, nigga, not again | |
| Not again | |
| Play favorite, what' s the purpose if they not your mans | |
| City bakin' in the furnace, dog, we lost the land | |
| Not again | |
| Make sure this shit for certain when you jot the plans | |
| Start learnin' fish serpents, how I defend | |
| Get your picture, paint it perfect, it' s a lot to grasp | |
| Musta been about the paper, it' s a lot to ask | |
| Pleased from livin' life for favors, nigga, not again | |
| Not again | |
| Part 2 | |
| Intro | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| Uh | |
| Verse | |
| Puttin' shit aside quickly | |
| Didn' t find a source of spirit that could shift me | |
| Not a sign, a mortal man diggin' six feet | |
| Switchin' sides, shots at head, but it missed me | |
| Not a shine, when your powers if, niggas did see | |
| See collide, when I' m out of spliffs, not a thing breathe | |
| Not a sign, get your flowers clipped | |
| Lotta blue seeds in the skies | |
| I be drownin' in, gotta lose grief | |
| From my mind, more empowerment | |
| Lotta loose leaves, had to die | |
| Gettin' out of death, hide the true speak | |
| What you are, she said, " My partner left" | |
| Niggas lie, niggas lie like the news be | |
| Biggest slice, get your feelings fried, tryna choose sheep | |
| Sick to side, nobody move | |
| My body too cheap for this pride | |
| I' m not in tune, but I still stream | |
| I' m alive |
| zuò cí : Michael Jordan Bonema | |
| zuò qǔ : Michael Jordan Bonema | |
| Part 1 | |
| Intro | |
| Uhuh | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| Uh, uhuh, uh, uh, uh, uhuh, uhuh, uh, uh | |
| Yeah, yeah, uhuh, uh, uh | |
| Verse | |
| Not again | |
| Vacatin' and it turned out he was not a friend | |
| Stay chasin' with the burners, know it' s not the end | |
| Who waitin', who deserted, I' ll plot, then send | |
| Which doctor gon' cure it like the grabba can? | |
| Lose patience like words when I' m off the drank | |
| Couldn' t say it' s not sure, take heart to hand | |
| Summer ' 17, mirror, we engulfed in flames | |
| Swear to God, just took my spirit, think she off the chain | |
| You can spot it when you hear us, we just not the same | |
| Outta pocket, had to tear it, when they called you names | |
| Shoulda shot, know you near me, when I' m on the stage | |
| Told, " Papa loves peace," it was more a rage | |
| What' s the problem, well see, yeah, my morals changed | |
| Lotta coughin', flex streets, how they poorly made | |
| Chorus | |
| Not again | |
| Play favorite, what' s the purpose if they not your mans | |
| City bakin' in the furnace, dog, we lost the land | |
| Not again | |
| Make sure this shit for certain when you jot the plans | |
| Start learnin' fish serpents, how I defend | |
| Get your picture, paint it perfect, it' s a lot to grasp | |
| Musta been about the paper, it' s a lot to ask | |
| Pleased from livin' life for favors, nigga, not again | |
| Not again | |
| Play favorite, what' s the purpose if they not your mans | |
| City bakin' in the furnace, dog, we lost the land | |
| Not again | |
| Make sure this shit for certain when you jot the plans | |
| Start learnin' fish serpents, how I defend | |
| Get your picture, paint it perfect, it' s a lot to grasp | |
| Musta been about the paper, it' s a lot to ask | |
| Pleased from livin' life for favors, nigga, not again | |
| Not again | |
| Part 2 | |
| Intro | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| Uh | |
| Verse | |
| Puttin' shit aside quickly | |
| Didn' t find a source of spirit that could shift me | |
| Not a sign, a mortal man diggin' six feet | |
| Switchin' sides, shots at head, but it missed me | |
| Not a shine, when your powers if, niggas did see | |
| See collide, when I' m out of spliffs, not a thing breathe | |
| Not a sign, get your flowers clipped | |
| Lotta blue seeds in the skies | |
| I be drownin' in, gotta lose grief | |
| From my mind, more empowerment | |
| Lotta loose leaves, had to die | |
| Gettin' out of death, hide the true speak | |
| What you are, she said, " My partner left" | |
| Niggas lie, niggas lie like the news be | |
| Biggest slice, get your feelings fried, tryna choose sheep | |
| Sick to side, nobody move | |
| My body too cheap for this pride | |
| I' m not in tune, but I still stream | |
| I' m alive |
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