Drums, please
I said here it is the moon slightly transforms
Just a little break from the norm I'm like yeah,
Safe Will and Jeff are making
a song But as Rizzle kicks straight,
British vibes
all day long It's time for the summer
I got a smile if it's shine that I'm under
Walking around with no sign of a jumper
Very pleased in my new tee,
you couldn't steal my thunder
So nice one brother,
weather's like my mother
Cos it raised a bright sun Yeah straight from Brighton,
we're like no
others I said here it is, ayo
Rizzle kicks,
what up Jeff We jazzed it up a little bit
We took key,
made the vibe transform Now I'm skipping on the beat,
the rhyme lands
on for real
Summer,
summer,
summertime It's summer,
summertime
Summer's here, black out, all mine Summer,
summer, summertime
It's summer,
summertime Summer's here,
black out,
all mine
Summer, summer, summertime
Something happens when the sun comes out
No place I'd rather be than London town
Blaze down,
heat me up Yeah,
get my heart going like a beating drum
Yeah
I'm always happy when I lose my cool
I don't mind if a breeze runs through
Sunglasses on,
life is too real We're like men in black,
but there's two
worlds kicking it That's our very definition kids
No rest for the wickedness, yeah we're living it
Sun rays raise the roof,
raise your hands if you're feeling it,
yeah
I need the company of sun and sea or I'm blue Don't wanna be blue
Summer,
summer,
summertime It's summer,
summertime
Summer's here, black out, all mine Summer,
summer, summertime
It's summer,
summertime Summer's here, black out, all mine
It's summer,
summertime Summer's here, black out, all mine
makes of a laugh or two.
Cause when the sun's out,
yo,
whenever I run down,
run down to the part where we used to come down.
Back in the day, Nostalgia makes a great place
for some playful thoughts.
Kiss chase was our favorite sport.
She got great jeans, but she's wearing shorts.
Girl,
if you have a nice cream poms,
well you're lucky.
I care.
Got a 99 flake and I'm willing to share.
Lick it.
Trying to bring the backpack back, back.
Rolling through your ends in a souped up hatchback.
All the girls in the back like, woo!
What should we do?
Bring up the crew.
Let me bring them through.
The love runs true.
Whistle kick summertime, how we do, yeah.
Summer, summer, summertime.
Yeah.
It is summer time.
Time to sit back and unwind.
Summertime.
Summer, summer, summertime.
What?
It is summer time.
What?
Time to sit back and unwind.
Summer, summer, summer.
Summer, hold on.
I need you.
Yeah.
Summer, summer, summertime.
Yeah, it is summertime.
It is summertime.