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Killer Mike announces new project 'Songs For Sinners & Saints' as Michael & The Mighty Midnight Revival
The new project features new material alongside reworked tracks from his 'MICHAEL' album.
Jul 29, 2024 • 6:56 PM
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"SLUMMER 4 JUNKIES" is a track by Killer Mike, from the album Michael & The Mighty Midnight Revival, Songs For Sinners And Saints, released 22nd November 2024. The track is 10:19 long. It's filed under Hip-Hop/Rap. Full lyrics are available below. Dork has published 4 articles about Killer Mike.
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Summer was when you really grew up, became a man But it slipped through your fingers so quick The only thing you had left to hold onto was the memories Stay high and holy Ain't into watches, don't mind a Rollie I ain't a pastor, you bastards I keep a black pistol-i Chubby young dick, talk slick Rollin' like roly-poly 15, My girlfriend was thick and she would slowly blow me I would beat it down When she come around, she was down She would help me sack up my niece in town She was fine I was in my feelings I was out my mind It's that, it's that, it's that teenage love Makin' love, no glove It's that, it's that, it's that fortune money Gotta get it up It's that, it's that I still feel like we still killed our baby girl It's that, it's that it get worser, had a baby by her cub It's that finally understand why women go to church and hum You can hear them with a hurt so deep Their heart can't come back from Smile and make each other crumble, could not overcome the slum I remember the last time that we made love on my mama's sofa Told me she was pregnant by this older nigga and it's over It's over Promises Promises, promises, promises, promises, promises, promises Promises Promises Promises, promises, promises, promises, promises, promises Promises Promises Promises, promises, promises, promises, promises, promises Promises Promises, promises, promises, promises A couple summers and our teenage love had turned to something slummer I couldn't love her like I used to She's somebody's baby mama But she called me to come over when she go to see her mama And we make love and she talk about her stress and all her drama As the project light would shine through the project Window blinds, I would slowly stroke her body I would pick and poke her mind I asked her, "What you gonna be?" And she said, "Michael, I'm gonna be Fine." Told me with my brilliant mind, "You gon' be better than fine " Told me I had places to travel and she really wasn't into flyin' Told me I was more than a dope boy Don't follow the deaf, dumb and blind Then seen her a couple of times and told her, "Hey Baby, I owe you." She hugged me, held on me tight "You did it, Michael I told you You did it, Michael I told you." Promises Promises, promises, promises, promises, promises, promises Promises Promises Promises, promises, promises, promises, promises, promises So many promises Promises Promises Promises, promises, promises, promises Promises Promises Promises, promises, promises, promises So many promises Promises So many promises Yeah, yeah Promises So many promises So many promises Yeah, yeah So many promises Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Ooh Promises, promises, promises I remember you called and said, "Michael, I am pregnant." I responded, "Baby girl, a baby girl might be a blessin' " And I ain't Usher, baby, but this here is my confession I must own it, I didn't want it Even now, I know I'm flexin' 'cause all that Raw dog sexin', I knew I would get you pregnant And all this teenage love is really just about possessin' They call it adolescence 'cause we learnin' adult lessons And I ain't grown because I roll some stones and carry weapons I was rubbin' on your tummy when your mommy asked for money Told me your procedure's Monday and she gon' need like 400 And had I known your mother weren't gon' never Let you keep it, I wouldn't have told my partners Woulda kept that news a secret Wouldn't have told nobody Woulda kept it to myself Ooh Wouldn't have told nobody Woulda kept it to myself Kept it to myself Wouldn't have told nobody Woulda kept it to myself Ooh Promise I wouldn't I wouldn't have told nobody Woulda kept it to myself Ooh You thought you meant every word you said back then So did she But when you're that young, you'll promise anything You'll promise the world even if you Don't really know what that means That sure sounds good though But as much as you hold on, some things are still out of your control Getting older, reality hits you from every direction People aren't who you thought they were And you know? You might not be who you set out to be either But we do the best we can with what we have and try to show love Something for addicts Something for users Something for junkies and the substance abusers Something for car wash Something for Shade Tree Some for my Uncle Jeff He died and ain't paid me Something for kinfolks in front of my storefront Shout out to Terrance's dad I never hit your blunts 'cause that was them blow blunts That wasn't no 'dro blunts That was them geek junts and I got slipped one Man, I was geeked once Man, that was no fun I had to call mom 'cause I'm the niece son She said, "Stay calm Chill out and eat, son." Laughed at me later on Said, "You was just geeked, son." This is for geek monsters This is for junkies too What Ready Runner did DMX did somebody do to you? Hey, this is for the J's workin' hard to get paid Pay them fair wage and do not treat your people like slaves Something for junkies Something for losers, addicts and users.Substance abusers This is something for junkies Something for losers Addicts and users Substance abusers This is something for junkies Something for junkies Something for junkies This is something for junkies Something for junkies Something for junkies This is something for junkies Something for junkies Written something for junkies Something for junkies Something for junkies Woke up straight Trap was great Counting my money Had a quick convo with my auntie, the junkie I tell her, "Baby, you been going too hard lately See, you like 60, baby, but you been looking 80." She said, "Shit, Michael, I been smoking since '80 Before the shooters, back when they still called it free Basing." She closed her eyes, fantasized about better Times when she was beautiful, fine and still snorting line She told me stories of glory, the club Sans Souci Atlanta nightlife was glamour, rich, Black, bougie A damn movie She says puffing a damn loosie Trigger warning, the next moment she took a hit She zoned out, came back, took a spit Looked at me and said, "All of y'all got the same Shit." She said, "Michael, you say you love me I know you mean it 'cause you still treat your Junkie auntie like a human being." Everyday people I, I'm everyday people Looking for the highlight Oh You're the child of the most high There is no high higher, and in fact The high you seek, you already have It has a high no addiction can offer It is only felt through self-love Bless you, my child You can run on and see what the end will be God loves you and so do I This is for you This is for me This is for everybody Everyday people Everyday people Whether you're free, you gotta see it affects everybody Everyday people Everyday people This is for you This is for me This is for everybody Everyday people
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