Summer nights they fade away
Faster than they used to go
still we had the greatest days
chasing what we used to know
chasing what we used to know
chasing after faces and the places that we used to go

when i write each word is bright every syllable and letter shines
from inside of my clever mind i’m bringing you some better rhymes
but never mind the weathers fine id rather just take in the sun
text my friends, see if they in, to hit the lake at one
we’re grilling by the waters edge with music in the air
if its not time for work than i just do this in my spare
napping under oak leaves and slowly this whole tree
is swaying in this dope breeze thats got me feeling so pleased
my mind is full of punchlines the sky is full of sunshine
but this shade has got me laid up straight up chilling after lunchtime
cracking jokes to have a laugh, tap into that magic hat
feeling good and its a fact i rap and i don't have to act
look at that i'm back on track i just can't keep it off my mind
don't understand these cats who nap and say that they are off their grind
i’m moving in my sleep how a shark swims in the deep
and always keep my head up cus that the peak is pretty steep

Summer nights they fade away
Faster than they used to go
still we had the greatest days
chasing what we used to know
chasing what we used to know
chasing after faces and the places that we used to go

summers faded now and my friends are getting faded too
laughing, drinking, smoking man you know that their my favorite crew
of course we got the green, are sneakers black ,the lake is blue
weather still is hot but today we choose to play it cool
in a couple days we both will be away at school
cannot play the fool must get back to the grind
now we're passing the time, we can laugh and rewind
look back on every ass that smashed that was fine
every whore that we could score with and the
stories from the morning after
man i swore that was before…
who, her? she was last year
never mind thats weird
back to what we're rhyming bout
i feel like we're the finest out
try to tell em that i'm more than just a boring rapper
engage in discourse that matters when recording tracks
the skills we have now, in four years or more we'll master
graduate with honors, start to move this forward faster
touring past the scornful bastards thought we'd be torn and tattered
so put your hands up toward the rafters wave em side to side
raise them high as the sky as the days fly by