SUMMER I (INTRO) (feat. Kermode Zay, Lil EZ, Rob Buck & Bright Orange)

Ladies and gentlemen Thank you for tuning in to 22.2 FLEAU FM I'm MC Lil Bear And I've got some groovy new tracks to warm your heart And make you feel right at home Coming up, this is SEAUL FOOD Now serving soul food, Chef Kermode Zay Pleasurin' up in your ears Like I work at Chick-Fil-A Sometimes my bars be hard to swallow like an overcooked filet mignon Not afraid to shoot the messenger or cast the first stone Baked out of my mind at the crib Playing games on my phone Sometimes they say Zay, "The lights are on but nobody's home" Sometimes they say Zay, "Are you sure you can drive?" Sometimes they say Zay, "Man you never gon' thrive" Sometimes I try get high but all that fills my mind is gloom Sometimes it feels like no one's in my corner or like I'm Chillin' in Robs circular ass room Take drugs, go to the moon And curl up in a cocoon, but I'm not trippin' Rip the cart and eat some crab rangoon Tryna get some ass next to you and me So I'll assume you here Cause my bars jump you out your seat like it's a fire drill Or cause when you thought the sesh was over We gettin' higher still Pushin' Ps from the south to the east Yeah these bars so hard they finna take me overseas Spendin' days all on the beach Gettin' head in Costa Rica, like chica It was really nice to meet ya And I saw your mom It'd be really nice to meet her Like hello mamacita Hello mamacita I've got got a place for us to meet yuh And I'm social catch me talking to my money I got bands all in my hands These Ben Franklins getting bloody And I feel like Central Cee S.O.S. rescue me Yeah I need some energy Ain't got enough ATP And I pull up in the Sprinter With my squad ready for Winter In this weather It's hard to get some exercise So catch me bulking, extra fries I think I'm fried, I really tried, I really tried Now I'm Now I'm Now I'm runnin' through the money like I'm A-Train And I'm runnin' through these bitches call me Usain What you sayin'? You insane You insane in the membrane You better bow like I'm your sensei Fuck you mean it's only Wednesday? And I'm wishing it was Friday Got a parlay, bouta cash And a fat blunt, need to ash And a hundred on the dash Put the whip in sport mode Me and Zay dustin' ass And we escape Call me Tay-K, did the Race Man free Tay-K, it's a disgrace It's discrimination And I'm spittin' like emancipation proclamation Like Abraham an inspiration Call my mom, I really made it Making songs, not getting paid for it Rob an inspiration (Ay yo EZ, thanks brutha) (Alright let's get this shit) Aye, looking at the time fly Like an SR-71 that's inbound Fast like a drive by Picking out my favourite cherries Look up as it flies high It's right above my head now I wonder if he feeling high? I'm a pilot on the rise Grinding just to kiss the sky But my body fortifying Now I guess I'll have to lie Tell it why I need more And why I keep staying alive I won't die Gotta feed my mind for the future of my lifestyle And my heart's runnin' miles But she never getting tired Golf Blitz on my phone Feels like I'm already retired Hit the links whenever I want Yeah my putt game is on fire Get a hole in one every other round like I'm Tiger Bitch, put the phone down It's time to get your ass outside Maybe smoke in the woods Or take your girl to Mount Simon Wait that's basic Maybe High Bridge or the Lookout 'round nine Pick up Cheetah Piss from Lyd then reach nirvana into the night