B Crizzy - Summertime Sadness (remix) lyrics

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B Crizzy - Summertime Sadness (remix) lyrics

[Produced by Bcrizzy] [Intro: Lana Del Rey] Kiss me hard before you go Summertime sadness I just wanted you to know That baby you're the best [Verse 1: Bcrizzy] Nothing more stressful than dealing with a painful past Feeling depressed getting home from work drinking at 10 past In this world it's you on your own, more snakes and less bulls So i just feed em by the spoonful These fakes just disappear when the breeze blow I'm tryna survive I count the zeros Used to beg for money couldn't find happiness Now i'm successful they thought they could finesse I stay cla**y invite them to play chess I told my mom I only want to give her the best Anyone tryna flex If not I got and extra clip For that bullsh** This man jelz gotta toss them answers He doing questionable sh** Man we live in a cold world I'm on my canuck sh** Crazy it's crizzy Im back again I got this [Hook: Lana Del Rey] Kiss me hard before you go Summertime sadness Baby you're the best I got that summertime, summertime sadness S-s-summertime, summertime sadness Got that summertime, summertime sadness [Verse 2: Dave East] I was born in the summer Malik died in the summer It get live in the summer Head to Brooklyn, I'm knocking this Bobby Shmurda in my G-Stars Free my GS9 n***as, throw Rowdy on and breeze off Since a rookie shooting like Ray Allen in that 3-4 When he was a Milwaukee Buck Not whispering, I'm talking up, look I can't be worried about ISIS, my life is trifling Affording dollar slices, just praying they don't indight us Keeping both my fists raised up, I'm like the fighting Irish Had molly sales at Notre Dame, when ain't nobody know my name Remember giving cane out, remember all the misses giving brain out Remember when Fab was spelling his name out Before I bought the foreigns, took the train route When Cam had that pink Range out It was Reggie, wasn't no paint out Vegas nights, sky dweller Rollie look like a Vegas light Was tryna pitch an eighth of white Just to go eat some steak and rice I know you hate this life, j**eler acting nervous tryna break the ice I love red bottoms but really hate the spikes It's sad