said you want love, babeYou said you can give it

face fastWasn't my first, but you’ll, could care lessI

got potential, you got, youYou got potential, you got, youYou

1: Summer do betterTreat you much betterTalk to you

Summer don't even know if you can handle it,

many days that I've made this mistake andToo many

1: Summer should've known betterCan't even pretend I don't

1: Kali stopped callin'Tryna forget your face and put

yeah, say I'm preachin' to choirsBut even the

Summer need some money, n***aThe fuck I'ma do with

Talking that shitFuck these hoes, you can't trust these hoesWell, I

Summer ooh woahOh-oh, yeahYeah, yeah, 1: Summer

you say-ay, huh?Why you say you on the way if

I really that much to handle?Breakin' these n***as down

bought itCrib, got itJob, on itDid I everAsk you

1: need to let you go (Hmm)I'm hard to

dum-dumDum-dum, dum-dumDum-dum, baby, just slip a sable under

away your love lettersI thought it'd make me feel

London on da yeah, uhUh, uh-huh, yeahBreak 'em downSummer,

Verse 1: know that you trying to stay focusedHonestly