Summer High - Marques, Yung Sum

Doo doo, yeah

Yeah

Flying close to the sun isn’t easy

But it’s an easy way out (But it’s an easy way out)

Out of this membrane (membrane)

Out of these problems (problems)

Out of this toxic state we live in (state we live in)

Caught up in working (working)

Thinking 'bout old friends (old friends)

Dreamin' bout you, babe (you, babe)

It’s a journey without the music (da, da da da dum)

This summer high got me feeling like a shooting star

No need for drama, I’m losing weight and I’m working hard

Too close to commas, my mama telling me «You the one!»

Keep my head up, and stick to me and keep moving on

Isolated from other people in the incidence

No need for conflict and conversations, the perfect win

Indulgence sickening, nicotine with a shot of gin

My thoughts are racing and chasing every second I get

Ticking time bombs, running out of room

Hitting JUULs with my bro, got a Mac, (?) tools

Back in 2005 I didn’t have confess to ever leaving a message and never reading

my textbook

I been impressed by the fact I’m a big man, big plans

Been tryna tour on the big stands

I’m playing ball with my fists, man

Pray to God asking if he ever missed me

No need for messages, sentences with the 'how you been?'

It’s just a preference, but send me letters with purple pens

And purples lenses on big Benz with lots of riches

I’m taking over, my foot’s cold from kicking snitches

I’m only switching in any lane that got pots to piss in

I want attention but tension don’t want a piece of me

Been hesitating from taking off for eternities

'Cause when I’m coming back, is anybody gone funk with me?

Filthy, taking showers just to remember conditions at home

Mama telling me to pick up the phone

Here we go, hated decisions and actions

I’m back to the pack and I swear I’ll never be passin' blacks

And (?) acts of sin in parasitic masses

Pair of pants I took from where I spent the past week

Completely passed out, can’t face the facts now

Can’t stand my past now

Flying close to the sun isn’t easy

But it’s an easy way out (But it’s an easy way out)

Out of this membrane (membranee)

Out of these problems (problems)

Out of this toxic state we live in (state we live in)

Caught up in working (working)

Thinking 'bout old friends (old friends)

Dreamin' bout you, babe (you, babe)

It’s a journey without the music (da, da da da dum)

Tryna be the best I can be but at the same time

I have a hard time, tryna be Michael

Come into my show, stealing the mic, bro

Taking a break 'cause I’m all up in my mind, yo

I read the bible

They think I’m smarter

You see me on top, but I think I’m falling harder

Stevie Wonder, do I want love?

Do I want soul?

But I wonder, am I going under?

I get it stonefaced every second, no single clue

Too hard to gather the little things in the Summer Blues

Too tired to pick up the missed calls and sneaker shoes

My thoughts are lifted and shifted after reading the news

They killing off all our fathers, mothers, daughters for dollars

Paying for institutions by locking away the scholars

Brother would have been a doctor

Others could have been a author

I guess that we’ll never know until they start fixing they problems

Flying close to the sun isn’t easy

But it’s an easy way out (But it’s an easy way out)

Out of this membrane (membranee)

Out of these problems (problems)

Out of this toxic state we live in (state we live in)

Caught up in working (working)

Thinking 'bout old friends (old friends)

Dreamin' bout you, babe (you, babe)

It’s a journey without the music (da, da da da dum)