Chorus

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It's a lazy afternoon

(Summertime, as I recline, lay back and relax, let the sun shine)



Verse 1

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[Black Thought]



Consider this a message to my mellow in the front seat

of the Jeep pumpin' beats for your rump

In the summertime I'm risin' to the shine at 12:20

Ghetto streets are sunny, niggas is gettin' money

It's mad hot, and what I got to do I'm not sure of

I call up Maura, this dip I know from Bora Bora

Was rappin' for a second about what I reckoned that I



was doin' at six, she was invitin' me to the flicks

That I'm with, blew a kiss Now I'm in the shower

I meant the bath in which I simmer for half an hour

Then got drier, put on attire to inspire



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Hit my dresser for numbers of women that I admire

Laid around and lounged 'til around two

Then I got up and ate, drank a brew and caught a page from the crew

sayin'