Testo Endless Summer

Leader of the new school like Slick Rick the ruler
Should've went to Harvard like Yara could school you
Soul Monday when I'm off the medulla
The fuck top five? My nigga, who's cooler?
Crying on the plane, young boy gon' do it
Dollars lose trace, got a thing in Saint Louis
I'm just tryna make a name in the music
I'm driving down the street and all the pretty girls lose it (Baby) Once upon a time I was the coolest
Valentine's Day just came, got a tullips
Now I'm on the PCH cruising
If you ain't with the tie dye, well, you better move it (You ain't with thе tie dye?)
They wonder how I do it, how I do it
You can see me talking to the ocean, man, I'm fluent
And it's fluid, ha, yeah, it's Christian
And I ride more waves than a cruiseship
I got Calabasas going stupid

I wish I could give you this feeling
This feeling
This feeling
It's fuelling (No cap, cap)
I wish I could give you this feeling This feeling
This feeling
It's fuelling (No cap, cap)

Look, no gravity, wavy baby, the ICON
So happy, spit a verse long as a python, uh
You can't understand the heights that my kites on
Cleaning out your lyrics 'fore lights on
This is like Fight Club, for the written words, spit a poem, mirrorverse
You probably couldn't spit a verse (Nah)
Yeah you did it but I did it first
If I'm looking for a copycat, I never gotta search, it's right here
Man I can make the pain disappear, for your nightmares
[?] dreams, when I cry tears, light years away from the Earth
Said I'm flying in the higher sphere, criteria's too serious
I told you niggas the flow was growing delirious (Woo)
Flow in pyramid, the Sphinx water erosion with no ocean
I swear your mind is slow poking, I'm not joking
And if the hook wasn't coming, I'd be still going

I wish I could give you this feeling
This feeling
This feeling
It's fuelling (No cap, cap)
I wish I could give you this feeling
This feeling
This feeling
It's fuelling (No cap, cap)

Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
The Hills can't hold me
Your window where rocks are flowing
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
I swear I ring your doorbell, girl, your momma knows me
But I'm probably just gon' walk home all alone and feel the pain

I get the pen and paper going 'cause it feed my needs
A young sophisticated one, only queens could see
You bleeds with ease, and to a nice evening
The Shangalana Vana, Heaven, that's between her knees, I need to see
Need my wings, I need to eat
I need completed pictures, memories
It's fading, oh babe, you know I'm crazy
In the time of Summer haze
'Cause I know a lotta figures talking 'cause they need the king
Know a lotta niggas testing but believe in me
More wet than your every flow, when I sneeze you geeze
Please believe, you rolling with some G's Louise
I like to let it all burn like [?]
And give a speech on my Martin Luther
Lose a tooth inside the booth
And you know a younging spitting the truth
And the GOAT, Virgil, you living proof, ayy what up?