summer's turning Songtext
von Samara Cyn

Summer′s getting hotter
Too hot for me
Summer's getting hotter (so hot)
Too hot for me
Too hot for me
Too hot for me

When I wake up, this ain′t a dream
When I get home, I don't want to sleep, I swear
God only knows what it's gonna be
I don′t know much
But summer′s too hot
(Summer's too hot)
(Summer′s too hot)


The world is changing middle March and we still getting snow
They tried to gas me up but I'm still gettin′ cold
The sun come up outside my window
Thinking bout when things were simple, yeah
I used to live alone to block the type of noise we on
Now I can't sit alone in silence need the tv on
Said I can′t sit alone in silence need the tv on
Yeah woah yeah

Like maybe if I cried just a little
Maybe it'd alleviate the pressure
Maybe if I lied just a little
Tell them that I'm fine swear I′m really fine
Hold it in till a bitch feelin′ really tried
Had to quit smoking bitch was getting really fried
Ask em how I'm doing; guess I′ve had a better time
Tell me not to overthink it so I fantasize

I got all these coats in my closet
Heating blanket and the pad when I feel nauseous
Now the weathers up it's got me sweating often
Feel the jig is up got me sweating often
I got all these coats in my closet
Heating blanket and the pad when I feel nauseous
Now the weathers up it′s got me sweating often
Feel the jig is up got me sweating often


Barely tried in college still I got all A's
Skated over trauma I don′t get bad days
Forget a lot of shit back then a lil hazed
Got out of that home invasion beat but still unscathed
Last year was a trip I had braided down my afro
I've been vindicated from the doubtful
Talkin' all that shit I had a mouthful, yeah, so?
If I′m sorry now I′d be the asshole, yeah, so?

Often times I think bout how you did me
Let you lead me through the winter did me shifty
Then got rid of me
Did me dirtidy
Almost thirty, huh?
You so flirty, huh?
You in your bad bitch era don't let me bother ya
Just sumn bout thinkin′ bout it make me feel bothersome

See, I ain't dealt with rejection
I hate to come off this desperate
So when it come to the music
I′d fein if they didn't choose it
Know if I trip up off this shit I ain′t gettin back up
Got so deep in my bag feel the heater got stuck
Feel like I'm changing middle April so my lease gon' be up
Still I′m out fronting on that stage like I don′t give a fuck and it's up

I got all these coats in my closet
Heating blanket and the pad when I feel nauseous
Now the weathers up it′s got me sweating often
Feel the jig is up got me sweating often
I got all these coats in my closet
Heating blanket and the pad when I feel nauseous
Now the weathers up it's got me sweating often
Feel the jig is up got me sweating often