Summertime, round the bend Winter’s rain, comin in Music sounds, out so clear
Just like season change I bring rainfall {get your umbrella} Or sunshine, when it’s summertime y’all (hey look at that bikini) Or cold shoulders when it’s wintertime all Colors when it’s spring I seem to stand tall
Different time, different day, different way (why do somethin else?) The original way, with supplemental grays, instant plays {hey rewind that shit!} “Good Vibes” like we on some Roy Ayers (yo you wanna barbecue?) “Lady Luck” like we the Ohio Players
Music’s message loud and clear
Mathematically thuggin it down, scientists of sound Like chord changes switchin around we got the illest sound Top choice, low rate, no gate, high voice It’s like we dipped the beat in water and now we up on moist
Ain’t got no time for haters, only loved ones {whassup man?} But don’t think we up on sweet, you catch a mental shove Speakin this language of music (bringin harmony) You lookin at me dirty, thinkin of ways of harmin me
[Outro set to Neil Diamond “The Pot Smoker’s Song”] High, high, I wanna get high! Never give it up if you give it a tryyy “People turn to artificial highs when they really want natural highs” You with your grass, mom and dad with her booze “Alcohol and drugs become crutches for people who can’t achieve closeness, with others” {I was, so unhappy like I felt so unworthy y’know} {At that time I was having problems with, my family} {I was looking for love somewhere, I wasn’t getting it anywhere} {I tried to commit suicide} “Wait a minute, stop!”