Ian Fletcher - Summer Haze lyrics

[Verse 1: Ian Fletcher] When I wake I'mma probably get my drink on Fake mink on, no shirt, f** with the sink on Kitchen floor, pink thong, busting speakers Missy Elliot's, "Get Your Freak On" I'm faded, from this purple haze, Cheech Chong Hits from the bong, Cyprus Hill, that's my theme song Post s**, beer pong, no shirts, black tights Yellow kicks, Black & Yellow, Wiz, call that Dijon, b**h Day faded in the heat of the summer I call her "Tazer", she's a natural born stunner Goin' dumb, but she know's I've been dumber Get that quick s**, back seat, always burning rubber Call my brother Josh, with his other other b**h Not another summer b**h, that never show your mother b**h But he knows she'll never snitch, goin' under cover b**h Breaking out a fake I.D. at the door to get in the b**h Golden Timex on my wrist, Colt 45 still on my grip Got your sister on my lips, soon she's probably on my hip Gonna let the whisky drip, chug, sip, cig', spliff Lick, kiss, back roads stick shift, switch positions stick shift I tell you, baby this is sick sh** Rolling deep, hit the 40's like I'm pissed and Next to me I got a honey who's Egyptian And on the lap another honey straight from Lisbon Now behind the wheel and I'm trying not to get distracted But right next to me is the focal point of my attraction Trying not to speed, but I know I'm 'bout to get some action What a sight to see, now the car is showing my reaction Living life like Hamilton's, I'm gettin' it, Washington's, I'm gettin' lit Ain't nobody ill as this, Concrete still the realest sh** [With Devin McNulty] Hamilton's, I'm gettin' it, Washington, I'm gettin' lit Ain't nobody ill as this, Royalty the trillest sh**, got damn [Hook: Devin McNulty & Ian Fletcher] Sippin' 'till I get my fade These puffing pa**ing summer days Jacky D & sour Jane I'm living in the summer, living in the summer haze [Post Hook: Josh Rosenberg] Chug, sip, cig', spliff, I'ma break down Chug, sip, cig', spliff, I'ma break down Chug, sip, cig', spliff, I'ma break down From Phily to Boston to STL, we get down Chug, sip, cig', spliff, I'ma break down Chug, sip, cig', spliff, I'ma break down Chug, sip, cig', spliff, I'ma break down From Phily to Boston to STL, we get down [Verse 2: Josh Rosenberg] Watup? Ya'll know, psh, it's the same old thing Got nothing but my girl on my brain and on my ACK! Straight up, she likes it hot New to the game, think it's lame? But it's not Only 19, freshly sighted off the block You doubt me cause I'm white but I got them girls screaming for Josh Damn, I hit control-F like, find me a girlfriend And she got that a** like if Serena was human They call me King Midas cause I've got that golden touch When I hit it up, never get enough, no if's and's just bu*ts No studio cause my key's too fresh to rock Sippin' rum though my I.D.'s too fresh to pop Shorty said I look something like Dave Franco Rather be James, but like Max, I go where the bang goes That's a computer joke, high tech computer smoke I'm young and I'm drunk, now pa** me that rum & coke The alcoholic's learned to handle his Guinness I don't have time to f** around, though I f** around like it's my business You'd think that every night I'd thank the lord for my position How else would I make her scream "Lord" in the position? Drinking like I glued the gla** to my face, skipped my cla**es today And put that a** in replace, set the pace She got me keeping time between the thighs And then I'll stick it and kick it, like Lawrence Tynes Josh Rosenberg, yeah, where's my ho's and purp? You know I'll blow it up like Randy Johnson did that bird And I'm so fly I wasn't clocked by the second-hand I'm better than Macklemore, call me the Second-hand Man So many b**hes I'ma need a second hand, man Rapping so dope I'ma need a second (sniff), damn I ain't in Outkast, but I'm so fresh and f**ing clean Phily! Walk on concrete but apparently I'm royalty Kneel for your king [Hook: Devin McNulty & Ian Fletcher] Sippin' 'till I get my fade These puffing pa**ing summer days Jacky D & sour Jane I'm living in the summer, living in the summer haze [Post Hook: Josh Rosenberg] Chug, sip, cig', spliff, I'ma break down Chug, sip, cig', spliff, I'ma break down Chug, sip, cig', spliff, I'ma break down From Phily to Boston to STL, we get down Chug, sip, cig', spliff, I'ma break down Chug, sip, cig', spliff, I'ma break down Chug, sip, cig', spliff, I'ma break down From Phily to Boston to STL, we get down [Verse 3: Devin McNulty] Highway blasting but the kush still lasting We got the hotbox and the beats keep crashing Speeding on the pavement cause my crew out the basement Blue lights can't stop me, sh**, that's my entertainment Born to be wild, like straight-up, Steppenwolf My 'tapes and my Royalty, but sh**, I be reppin' both Roll up your Zig-Zags, we got that green apple Jolly Rancher that sh**, then we hitting White Castle Rayban's & Oakley's cause the smokes unholy I'mma close on this road head, well damn, hopefully Cinderella 99, damn so smooth, so fine Was that my boo or my Jane? Either way, same crime Roll down the windows before the coppers show Cause the states give you Alcatraz for just a little blow I got no cares, we nowhere, millionaire It's the summer, go hard if ya ain't scared [Hook: Devin McNulty & Ian Fletcher] Sippin' 'till I get my fade These puffing pa**ing summer days Jacky D & sour Jane I'm living in the summer, living in the summer haze [Post Hook: Josh Rosenberg] Chug, sip, cig', spliff, I'ma break down Chug, sip, cig', spliff, I'ma break down Chug, sip, cig', spliff, I'ma break down From Phily to Boston to STL, we get down Chug, sip, cig', spliff, I'ma break down Chug, sip, cig', spliff, I'ma break down Chug, sip, cig', spliff, I'ma break down From Phily to Boston to STL, we get down