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wallace (us) - summer pain lyrics

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[hook}
you see the summer time pain, come again, once again
whats a little bit of rain falling over on my name
and the hall of fame calling but i keep on walking
got a lot of missed calls but i keep on talking

see the summer time pain, come again, once again
whats a little bit of rain falling over on my name
and the hall of fame calling but i keep on walking
got a lot of missed calls but i keep on talking

{verse 1]
man i feel it in my skinny jeans
walk dark silly me
talking like i’m billy jean
fifty three, are you feeling me when i rip the verse
coming down
coming down, coming down

i bring a team allegiance, a lyrical g#nius
i send my bread to jesus
and pray that no one sees this
i mean uncle cletus
and you’re just fit to beat us

it’s easier if you just wanna follow me
i chronologically order rappers in the following fashion
i might make a evil statement, an veronica clap them
i might make the day last me
yeah, i might make the day last me

[hook]
you see the summer time pain, come again, once again
whats a little bit of rain falling over on my name
and the hall of fame calling but i keep on walking
got a lot of missed calls but i keep on talking

see the summer time pain, come again, once again
whats a little bit of rain falling over on my name
and the hall of fame calling but i keep on walking
got a lot of missed calls but i keep on talking

[verse 2]
i’m the animorph that came back, pass me the torch
i set fire to the moon, call it a back and forth
when i’m done rapping
i hope my message is spread across galaxies
flip my ass into another dimension

but i’m sporadic, i’m rapping a half a addict
i’m stacking the b#st#rd ass again
asking to skip the class again
bring it i need to see it, yup, pup
when i eat it i’m a beat it up, lunch

i’m a tell em that my lump sum
need#a triple double some, tell them that i’m on one
really b#tch i’m off one
do you need to look me up? yup
f#ck around b#tch you dixie cup, suck

i ain’t even done spitting, i’m a lyrical magician
got me in the condition of ripping rappers submission
i got the acid tripping visions and these b#tches been wishing
for young wally’s permission, i might do it and i k!ll but i

stay rapping and these b#tches stay capping
the fake drug dealer turned whole school trapping
ain’t no rapper gonna do it
so young wally had to do it

- wallace us lyrics

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