Windmills - My Summer Fantasie lyrics

[Hook] My summer fantasie… Are you feeling that ease through it all? Are you feeling that peace? Move along Are you coming with me? My summer fantasie Wrote nostalgia a melody A cool calm moment to memory Spit the ocean in the breeze My summer fantasie… [Verse 1] It's a cold drink in your hand summer jam While you're outdoors, go ahead and add me to the list You can count on, to play it when you want to feel the air more Rolling down the windows, cruising through your local ant farm It's unbelievable how clear today appears for A moment to enjoy what's in your ear that you can steer towards I gather footage, put it in you like a camcord And save it like a memory to keep you on the dance floor I'll understand it, if I caught you with your pants off Down around your ankles, how we're making such an anthem But every summer that we have they always have one I'm here to let you know where you can get the sound from I got the weather telling me to take the chance To embrace we go together as if though we were holding hands, ugh! Relax and slide into the groove I'm coming with As the temperature combines. Look how beautiful it is, huh The minimum of clothes you wear to be prepared When the sun is hot enough to turn the water into sand And the parties never end, yet they need a loud thump! To the people screaming like a bunch of town drunks With my words feeling good as doing the deed As though can turn a war zone into shooting the breeze The time of my life is what the drums give to my lungs I'm blowing speakers with another one to show how it's done. Come on [Hook] [Verse 2] I'm for the early morning coffee with the sun in your face; To be a part of what it's holding from the moment you wake And I'm around. A tall tree to climb, branching out While these others still haven't figured how to chop me down I'm about, the ba** straight pounding, lyrics fresh made Hitting hard enough to break your motherf**ing chest plate! The sun as the big criticism that you're living with I'm young and driven by the rhythm to envision it But what a day it is to put away those images Continuing to pick your brain of what the devil's mission is Summer brought my first record to hold Got milk crates in the back of a grocery store Alone for hours trying to figure out the way of the pros Broke so many crossfaders when I started at home I keep on telling emcees, don't lose what you have For you to make yourself better, you just do what you can, ha! Yet, when I bring the kind of drama that you're looking for They're feeding off the need to be more of an attention who*e Even wrote this at the beach on a post card For me to have a scenic view, fresher than my own thoughts Live it how you want to live it, I'm thinking a mile a minute of my opinion On why I'm here to visit life. I've written ‘til I'm the image of, “is he winning?” Or is it a cry for help to admit that I'll never get it right? The real thing from losing more than I've won And you don't have to like me to respect the things that I've done Because I've imaged at least over half of you rap fans Being met with a lit cigarette and a gas can [Hook]