Frank the Songman - Summer Home Lyrics

I had a home in the summer
Better than a house with a baby for two
With both parents working hard in the late night
The child will never get their labour's fruit
Lotta drug problems
I love to solve them
Often I get caught
When I get involved and
Obvi I can't stop
And I'm kinda gone
But tell my mom it won't be long
Until she see her son
When I pull up in I'm hardly
In condition
I raise suspicion as I draw the
Opposition
Don't need no permission
I been on a glitch and I'm itching
I watched you switching your position
Break it down
Stir it up
Hegelian Dialectics
I'm bout to clear it up
Gather the thesis
You know that other people front
Telekinesis
I know i gotta give it up
I had a home in the summer
Better than a house with a baby for two
With both parents working hard in the late night
The child will never get their labour's fruit
Given my speeches
I know I could just live it up
I'm tired of teaching
I kinda want a bigger cut
I know a gotta write a song
Just to make a buck
I know I gotta right my wrongs
But it ain't enough
I know gotta I fight the strong
Just by using bluffs
And I keep my stuff
Key to cuffs
In the cut
So listen up
Got a working lighter, please stick em up
Got a working lighter, please stick em up
Break it down
Buckle down
Don't f*ck around
Trickle down sound
Got me shouting
I want it now
Quarter pound frown
Man the pound is a funny noun
People act smart
But they're money bound
Heavyweight
I never hesitate
Man, I've been about my money
With that monkey trait
Dont play it safe
Reach Xanadu
Change the game
No matter
What the damage do
I had a home in the summer
Better than a house with a baby for two
With both parents working hard in the late night
The child will never get their labour's fruit