Lady Suburban Summer settled in Santa Barbara
after she left home.
Greeting autumn she forgot him once she found
herself all alone.
A free spirit I can hear it I know,
from the ocean when I’m smokin potent weed on my boat.
And when sumer dissolves into fall this will all
be forgotten I hope.
Back home I got a closet full of socks that don’t match,
coats, blunt wraps and hats,
and skeletons climbing out of trunks that won’t latch.
My freshman year dissapeard amidst trees and beer
but somehow things ain’t neva seemed this clear.
It’s like clarity came to me when she left here;
flick the light and hit the pipe
theres no reason to be depressed here.
Believe me green leaves keep me
in tune but who knew
I could be this deep?
See these green leaves keep me
in tune and well groomed
the beezys all want D
So in a great state of mind
I sit back take my time,
play sublime,
make a rhyme,
cuz itd be a crime if I didn’t pursue this passion
till the end of the line.
But when I find my prime
I’mma grab the finest dime
skeet in her cheeks then sip the finest wine.
So lady suburban summer enjoy your early twenties
I’ll be in the desert come september
with girls swallowin semen from me
Believe me green leaves keep me
in tune I took two
green tabs of E.
See these green leaves keep me
in tune and well groomed
now lets get keyed.
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