Teff Hinkson - WDWFTS (We Don't Wait For The Summer) lyrics

Hook: Where the drinks stay cold and the music flows and the vibes stay nice And the trees stay green and the beach stays clean and the girls look right And we party hard but we pray to God that we see the night, no-oh, no-oh We don't wait for the summer (no-oh-oh-oh) We don't wait for the summer, no-oh, no-oh We don't wait for the summer (no-oh-oh-oh) We don't wait for the summer, no-oh, no-oh We don't wait for the... Verse 1: Come around my way where it's sunny all day but we're hardly playful Only time a n***a sees snow is the hotel coffee table (not for me though) Tourist girl sniff it all up and forget that she awfully faithful Meet a strange guy in the club let him lick salt off her navel Alternate, then dry hump in the club but it's awfully graceful One night stands, on a small is-land, means a short life span so they rob the cradle We know all your business you washed up by 22 Her head count's 11 but feels like it's 22 These girls wanna know who's the next up in Need collateral and a 'next of kin' Trying to talk profit, they're trying to talk gossip and I mean everybody so you get s**ed in They taught us as slaves to be crabs in a bucket But hate is still love so my attitude's f** it Verse 2: Yelling 'WHAT?!' to police 'cause they're drinking and driving But arrested my n***a for trees on an island Crooked politicians they be chiefing like I am Difference between me and them is they're stealing and lying In the name of Jesus they're crying, but me I'm a tyrant Keep my faith in the higher highness Preacher say we just stay high and defiant Screwed up on the corner like a fire hydrant Walk by and they silent 'Here's $300 if you vote me in' But next year dodge me quicker than a Kobe spin That's why i blow in the wind, the fact that there's no way to win The fact that I got to live up to Rihanna for y'all and my mama to know I'm a king 'Round here how it looks means more than what actually is $1000 outfit, couple bottles in the club, ain't let jack sh** for your kids Hook: But the drinks stay cold ... (continue with hook) Verse 3: Nonchalant n***a, never not no hollerer Walk in ya label office yeah I wear nappy hair and I pop my collar up Sick sh**, got no cholera Twit pic, you're preaching on the corner talking slick sh**, but got no followers Might entice girls but just don't follow up Ride with white girls so cops don't follow us So what if I look like that rapper, can't help that I look like that rapper Resemblance is something bananas but African print's on my f**ing pajamas And Kephren is all on my other bandana, a little Dolce & Gabana I just got a booking in Martinique, see you in the f**ing manana I know that don't make sense but the sh** rhymes sweeter than a bish Trying to hit the point where my money reached higher than my dank and my bank stay deeper than a ditch And when it's time to ball, make sure the ones who starve with you are the same damn people that you're with, uh Some call it little America, influenced by middle America