This that summertime cruising down Mainstreet flow
This that windows down music when the AC broke
This the fan favourite loosie ain't no mainstream playlisting
USB microphone rapping in the basement, yeah
That was back when if I thought it I would say it
No thinking, not filtered
Pop filter, used a tank top and a clothes hanger
No anger in my voice when I was rapping then
Trying to get that feeling back again
Henderson, Nevada 110 still
But I'll take that any day over Toronto wind chill
I used to wake up early scratch the ice up off the windshield
Just to get in traffic on the 401 and sit still
But I'd be lying if I said that I don't miss it
The summers really got me reminiscing
Yonge and Bloor 24th floor in the apartment
Steady plotting with Breanna shooting videos at Kensington Market
Shout out to Markham that's the place where it all started
1994 that's the time when I was born
It was N64, game boys, rippin' Beyblades
Started acting age six had my first pay day
Missed half the school year but still was getting straight A's
Working on the hits, never missing cause my aim great
Carry weight on the tracks like a freight train
Magic with the pen, keep it rolling like I'm JK
But my book is still a work in progress
And when I'm finished hope you bought it and it's worth the dollar
Cause every verse was honest
So please don't listen to a word of gossip
Made my name great like the third apostle
Wrote this on the third of august
Midsummer nights dreaming up the perfect sonnet, got it
Damn, lost it, summers are really not the same now
Sunshine gone guess I'll have to wait the rain out
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