Nic the Poet - Long Summer. lyrics

Gimme my money I just want my money All those days and nights that I stayed awake just so I could stay up, I fell down All those days and nights I thought it was ok to breathe, I dreamed I choked out All those days and nights I swore to stay and fight I realized that I had no vows So all these rays of light are like kryptonite and I might go blind with no sound It's time to speak up, tired of getting beat up, and thrown around, let's f** these streets up it's time to re-up, put my feet up Martin and Gina, with better features, no Mona Lisa, Evil Kenevil and Jaques the Reaper The pain relievers, I miss Christina, back when she was Aguilera before the diva Lisa, I miss the different world of lovely creatures But the secret to life is to live like you a heathen Without pissing off the One, who knows your weakness Don't do what I did, wishing I kept it private, but I lost two important lives, felt like I was dying I should've died then, right in the backseat with my Gin, no yin All of this surrounded by a hen that wasn't exhalting him I made the mistake of trusting a fake, you who*e, I should've made you what you are, a f**ing lame In dyer pain, agony through my veins And this is a shame that this is a weight I carry everyday but You live and you learn, some bridges get burned, some tables get turned, money is lost when it's earned, you get no returns Your highs and your lows, they come and they go, like hoes that you know, showed up to your shows, looking for dough That b**h is for show, she sniffing for coke, she sniffing for dope game, blow up like propane, want you to explode But then you don't give up, just let her stay starstruck, hope you sirens hear me like Starbucks, you getting no love All my long summers be like sh** I wish you were here right now So that you could hear me now All my long summers be like All my long summers be like All my long summers be like Forget the presses, forget the lessons, forget my section Remember blessings, unholy heavens, it's all temporary, an idle message Is soon to catch it, hang on dear reverend, your time is destined You ain't no greater, than these remainders, you no creator You f**ed your favors, rewind this later You still a stranger, that's stranger danger Do me a favor, recall your prayer, then call your tailor Tell him your waver, young kitty chasers, I f**ing hate ya I wish you were here right now So that you could hear me now Hear me now?!