Joe Budden - Short Summer lyrics

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No regrets, nigga no regards

I know the bar, raise mine, ya'll can lower yalls

What I lack in talent, I normally show in heart

Prolly why they want the encore before the show can start

So if you in my life, know ya part

That's the best way for us to never grow apart

Even through the mid-life crisis', ya'll know who the nicest is

Always tell it like it is in spite of it

Dudes frontin quite a bit, know I've grown tired of it

Sometimes you'd rather just watch the movie than write the script

Authentic, <i>[?]</i>

More vintage, ya'll mimic, all gimmick

I ridicule what's been done

See I ain't fooled by what's spewed bout they income

Lose some you win some

Perception, shit'll give you grey hairs and then some

Inception are you living a dream of livin in one

Haters see me get to thinking that it can't be all good

So I just kill them with the car, Brandy Norwood

And keep chasin success that ya'll scared of

Done carryin dead weight, I'm no longer the paul bearer

Check, I'm too grown for all the games I don't play with suckers

I'm on the sideline, just watchin the dave and busters

But when you think of Joe this is unrefutable (Not a word, he means irrefutable)

The paint is fucked up, but the picture gon' be beautiful

It's gonna be a short summer

Cause most of ya'll ain't built to last

It's gonna be a short summer

Cause soon enough your shit gon' pass

It's gonna be a short summer

You had your fun but now it's done

It's gonna be a short summer

A new season has begun

Which wrong are you an heir to

How can I be compared to

Nigga you fallin off with a parachute

Ya stack short, you got some earnin to do

You new school, just means you got some learnin to do

I don't care to argue

You to easy to tear apart through

What I hear is partial, that whole project is Sarah Marshall

And I don't know what type of shit you on

I tried to make you get the point but you was Chris Duhon

So where Ray Felton when you need em

When niggas show you who they really are you should believe them

Catch me with the top down, turnpike speedin

Bout to have Jersey on fire like Cleveland

With my back in the wall I ain't never got slayed shit

Lebron was king until that pressure got Wade

So if you marry the game I'll be at the alter waitin

With some niggas I don't call till it's an altercation

Less bail money, less court cases

More mile high, more vacation

More of my back rubbed, more of my feet massaged

Had me thinkin she invented face time Steve Jobs

They can't stay afloat, they proll need a mention

We in two different boats, but yours need an engine

Nerve of you niggas I earth you niggas

Took them <i>[?]</i> shorty, birth you niggas

Dog, I hear everything you say

You Steve Irwin to a upset stingray

A lighter to a upset Jean Grey

Now who's hotta, you notta

True scholar, new prada, a few dollars

Niggas want to hit em with the chrome like Blaka

I'm waiting for them when they get home like Posada

How did he compare a stove to hells kitchen

That just make a man real mad, Mel Gibson

So death to all the bullshit by any means

Kill em all, hang em from the ceilin using skinny jeans

For aspiring rappers that want to pop a can

For the families of Sean Bell, Oscar Grant

Nigga ya heat wave is almost up

Playing for keepsake you almost fucked

So when you talk about Joe

When you done being critical

Say the painter was wild

But he made sure the portrait was original