Heatwave

Run, run, run
You better run, run, run like a demon chasin you
Run, run til your face is blue
Run, run
Run, run
You better run, run, run like a demon chasin you
Run, run til your face is blue
Run, run
For your mommas sake
Run, run
Long Summer, long Summer, long Summer
Long Summer, its gon be a heatwave
A long Summer
Hot Summer, our Winters like Summer (Yeah yeah)
Long Summer, long Summer, long Summer
Long Summer, its gon be a heatwave
A long Summer
In our Winter, they killin ******
See it as you see it in your skin boy (Yeah)
And they clips got the chips boy ( Yeah)
They got that heat on they hip, yeah (Yeah)
And they cant wait to let it rip boy (Yeah)
Okay, I aint tryna die on this beautiful day
I couldnt stand the thought of not seeing your beautiful face
So Ima run like, Ive been running the streets right
I mean, run like I just missed the streetlights
I fall flat like Im trying out for track
Cause they beat a ***** blue just for loving that he black
My advice is, run like Obama fore they catch you like Osama
Better, run like the notes fore they catch you like a Cody
Got that heater on his hip, yeah
And he evil so he might just let it rip, yeah
And I know how to hold nobody s**t, yeah
So why the *** * the cop is on my ****?
Yeah, be clear
Its gon be a long, long summer
Tomorrows never promised and I sometimes really wonder
Whenthey tell me 'keep the peace' do they mean click-clack?
I know were looking forward but I gotta watch my back
Run, oh woah
Run, run
You, you, you better run
Run, ooh
Long Summer, long Summer, long Summer
Long Summer, its gon be a heatwave
A long Summer (You better, run, run, run, run, oh)
Hot Summer, our Winters like Summer (Yeah yeah)
Long Summer, long Summer, long Summer (Oh, make it home fore you momma, ooh)
Long Summer, its gon be a heatwave
A long Summer
In our Winter, they killin ******
He got that heater on his hip
Clip thats what this is
He dont shoot your knees, click-clack, click-click
Got that heater on his hip
Clip thats what this is
He dont shoot your knees, click, clack
He got that heater on his hip
Clip thats what this is
We dont shoot your knees, click-clack, click-click
Got that heater on his hip
Who gonna be crying?
Your momma or mine?
Your momma or mine?
See it as you see it in your skin boy
And they clips got the chips boy
They got that heat on they hip, yeah
And they cant wait to let it rip boy