(Verse)

Summers I remember vaguely, texture grainy, quaint scenery, leather beige seats in a Mercedes, lane weaving, evading pot holes and staties, Adam riding so I stayed geeking off some straight greasy ass jokes about teachers in A3, used to take the late bus bout 8 deep, had the back going crazy, bumping heaven or hell amid Meek and Drakes beef, debating porn stars then discussing ways to make cream, change scenes, lumberjack break trees, atmosphere spacey, I wasn't high til I held a facey, wavy, seeing in HD, realizing maybe we grew up hastily, to da squad remain free, reving up atvs, take heed of jakes scheming, plainly they hate seeing a nigga who's slates clean dream big like Edgar Cayce, awaiting seasons when we're all paid what's even, reminiscing on the latest evenings in Septembers remembered vaguely