Lyrics:

[HOOK]
Cups of the Henn, you need ice and patron
You prolly forget about tonight, you in yo zone
Never at the crib, you do tours, on the road
Tell me how it feel when you out there on yo own

I hope it’s killing you
(you cannot just drink this pain away)
I know the feeling boo
(every story, see it in your face)
I know you feel it too
(I done did some things to kill the pain)
All them trips girl, but you can’t run away yeah

You all alone, and you need it bad
You talking bout,
I give you something you never had
You know imma,
Whip it like it’s stolen, I never crashed it
And those, things that you said, you can’t take em back
Oh that's sad (ah)
Sliding back, zero grav, Michael Jackson
On a yacht, witcho friends, yeah the bad ones
Tryna drown out the tears with the Casa
Go head pop sum,
Need it all by any means, that’s word to Malcolm
Did me bad, you took my love for ransom
If time is money, know I spent a brick on it, you just hit a lick on me
You ain’t need no handgun

On one like I’m popping a wheelie
You did that for show, ya heart ain’t that frozen
Lie like you not in ya feelings
You not there alone,
I’m all on the road,
All summer, I’m not bout the healing
I’m doing revenge tours every city I’m in
Rainbow Six out in Vegas, 
LA like a Laker,
They pouring, I never say when

You tied me down baby
We went around baby
Pour another round,
Hope I’m never back in town baby

Spinnin the block,
I’m hoping the loss is bringing you low
You breaking me down, I’m never gon bend,
I’m never gon fold

[HOOK]
Cups of the Henn, you need ice and patron
You prolly forget about tonight, you in yo zone
Never at the crib, you do tours on the road
Tell me how it feel when you out there on yo own

I hope it’s killing you
(you cannot just drink this pain away)
I know the feeling boo
(every story, see it in yo face)
I know you feel it too
(I done did some things to kill the pain)
All them trips girl, but you can’t run away yeah

Got no regrets and no more apologies
Switch guns n’ roses like I ride a Harley
Treat chains like rosaries, stay by my heart
Ask do I think of you, baby girl hardly

Got a lotta nerve coming back doing harm to me
This took a toll like a leg and arm, please baby
I swear this here brought me closer to God
Whole lotta blessings for me and my dawgs

Whole lotta blessings for me and my dawgs
I thought you knew that I’m the chosen one
I thought you knew I ain’t the one to dip on, to switch on, 
I'm too good, I’m too on
I’m still here with my clique cause the pain dont last long
Ain’t no fear, ain’t no hesitation
No reservation
I don’t care just hate me
If it helps you, hate me
If it helps, just hate me

[HOOK]
Cups of the Henn, you need ice and patron
You prolly forget about tonight, you in yo zone
Never at the crib, you do tours on the road
Tell me how it feel when you out there on yo own

(X2)
I hope it’s killing you
(you cannot just drink this pain away)
I know the feeling boo
(every story, see it in yo face)
I know you feel it too
(I done did some things to kill the pain)
All them trips girl, but you can’t run away yeah

Guns N Roses

Lyrics:

[Intro]
Go way out west to Rodeo
Solo in window seat, paid for
Quotes from the road pay my way though
Broken heart mold me like playdoh
I don’t play though.

Call from a pay phone
I lost my way on the way home
Can’t make myself proud playing safe though
Closer to dreams that I chase though
I just want to let you know i’m good.

[HOOK]
Heading back to yo hood
Imma pour up ‘42, you tell me what’s good
You don’t catch no feelings for em, just like you should
Ask you how you feel, you gon’ tell me i’m good
I’m good ay

Connection tweaking all the way on Westwood
Too many demons, keep an angel round my neck and you know that
Photos of you remind me of home like a throwback

[Verse 1]
Empty bottles baby, empty out the room
Done with that bravado baby, hope you seeing through
Stroking on them strings like Sade Adu, set the mood
Working every piece of me, you operating smooth

What you say? I can’t hear over records
Take it slow, trace yo nails on your necklace
You been chose, you been it, what’s the next shit
If I had you to myself I bet I show you something new

Bussin’ out the Louvre
Know you somebody muse, and you not the 1 or 2
Not the one to play with baby, know that’s how they lose you
Let me set these mood lights, imma get your mood right 
Aw yea, aw yea
Fuck whoever call you
I been in the basement, I been working like a Carter
And these weekends crazy, they might turn me to a martyr
Please don’t get me started
I just wanna party, party

I just wanna, I just wanna party
Party

[VERSE 2]
What you say? (what you say, what you saying)
Take it slow (I’m just saying, I’m just saying)
You been chose (you been chose)
Let me bring you to the top right quick,
Let’s talk before I go crazy
Lemme take you downtown, my side,
Show my friends that that’s my baby
Baby, baby
Trying to bring these bands to the ends though
Stacking up these bands with my kinfolk
I don’t really care where you been tho
Hey, hey
Your business, not my business
In your mind like, fuck my feelings
Round my type, and all my niggas
Been tryna bring it home aw yea
Been tryna bring it home all day
Talking through the smoke so fuck the small talk
So Imma bring it back to you

[Hook]
Heading back to yo hood
Imma pour up ‘42, you tell me what’s good
You don’t catch no feelings for em, just like you should
Ask you how you feel, you gon tell me i’m good
I’m good ay

Connection tweaking all the way on Westwood
Too many demons, keep an angel round my neck and you know that
Photos of you remind me of home like a throwback

(I just wanna, I just wanna party
party)

Heading back to yo hood
Imma pour up ‘42, you tell me what’s good
You don’t catch no feelings for em, just like you should
Ask you how you feel, you gon tell me i’m good
I’m good ay

Connection tweaking all the way on Westwood
Too many demons, keep an angel round my neck and you know that
Photos of you remind me of home like a throwback

(Been trying to bring it home aw yea
Been trying to bring it home all day
Home to you)

Way Out West

Love & War

VOSS

This is the live acoustic version of my latest single, "Love & War." Stream the original here: https://linktr.ee/summersoversounds 

This song is about embracing all different sides of love and relationships. It’s about riding it out when things get rocky - forgiving, releasing, and coming full circle.

Love & War (Acoustic)

LYRICS:

Know they wanna shoot me down while I’m flying
I’m falling, skydiving
Aiming for my heart, I told you I’m guarded
Lay low with you, till they cease fire
Wanna see the stars, I’m aiming too high
Feeling like Nas, the whole world is mine
I want you to get all me girl
And when it’s over lay me in the garden, garden

Sunrise in NY, you know it’s worth the trip
Lose time when I fly east, but fuck it I’m willing to switch QT, TLC, and New Edition
She got a vibe, I got a type, we gotta do addition
Did a lot to get by but always knew the mission
Made ends meet like flags tied and hoods linking
Me and my dreams dancing, and the gap shrinking
Almost Paid In Full, BBS’s gold, when I blow baby
We hit Mexico and look for the ‘Dro
Outside clean, but the inside stoned baby
Take this Visine cold
Italian cologne, on a lake, on the coast baby
But her heart get broke over these chrome zippers,
Lips locking but not kissing
Four-four tippin, gunfire, and yo’s hitting
Cold cold business, ice-cold all froze all flaws

I never check in, why I never check in
Counting my blessings, you the one that blessed me
Sweet, sweet, sweet on you, sweet on you
Sweet, sweet…..

Know they wanna shoot me down while I’m flying
I’m falling, skydiving
Aiming for my heart, I told you I’m guarded
Lay low with you, till they cease fire
Wanna see the stars, I’m aiming too high
Feeling like Nas, the whole world is mine
I want you to get all me girl
And when it’s over, lay me in the garden, garden

And you shine like your rocks do
Eyes On You cause you flyer than Pac
Blowing bags on yo look you a problem without those
Watching your 6, what’s your size? Imma cop those
Birds in yo ear, doing too much baby
Telling you to rush it or to pull sum’n crazy
I could never change the way I feel for you baby
Never love lost, from them things back then
Head still spinning off of things I did, and things you said
You could still see red
Dead right baby, imma do whatever just to keep it,
Do life for you
Pressing every issue, I premeditate the crime for you

Trace, every, tat on ya skin
Every inch, till the end

Know they wanna shoot me down while I’m flying
I’m falling, skydiving
Aiming for my heart, I told you I’m guarded
Lay low with you, till they cease fire
Wanna see the stars, I’m aiming too high
Feeling like Nas, the whole world is mine
I want you to get all me girl
And when it’s over lay me in the garden, garden

Skydive

LYRICS: 

Weed rolled and hair twisted
I’m with, some need-to-knows and confidentials
She like, every flavor of that dress like a bottled Fanta
And that Casablanca off the coast, I gotta cop cabanas

All black sheets, but the silk is for romancing
Trying to touch the sky cause the ceiling’s for pole dancers
She ain’t gotta worry bout niggas with poor manners,
You touch her, you getting handled
Velvet gloves, with the iron hands in

More cameras and more gambles, the game switching
Only thing excite me is celebrations and competition
Only thing you fight is your own demons, I’m never in it
Rolls-Royce Phantoms is baseline, can’t waste time

Oh my, I go sober on these
Clearing my mind in Greece
Tabbouleh, Bible, hashish
Repeat
Fruit and wine, meditation all on the beach
A need
Desire higher than tight rope, it’s a risky business

Balance impatience and elevation, I’m still winning
Splitting time with my baby girl, and painting visions
Bob Ross the illustrations on my garment
Ocean’s Twelve the set, got all these cases pending on me, I swear

All of those is one of these, for real
Double O’s with triple 3’s, for real
License to kill, I’m ice in the veins
You ain’t got skin in this, real niggas is feeling the same
You ain’t got pen in this, real niggas put ink on the page
I get to bleeding, spilled feelings I leave on the page
It ain’t a grievance till real niggas is grieving your name,
Saying how they wish you never posted pretending you gang
damn shame

9 nights in the City of Angels did change us
Hidden Hills film in backyard of the rich and famous
All just to be the bad guys with good tailors
Pride is my currency, so my ego is inflated
Separate the real from the fake, fake from the real
Either I, came to collect, came just to kill
Real bar setter, forgive but never forgetter
Revenge served best with Sauvignon and bruschetta

And I ain’t sever ties, I just seven times the buy-in
And I ain’t with the spice, but I “Shake N Bake” the Cayenne
And I’m sending roses, coming home soon as I fly in
From Russia With Love, but all of that shit above me now
We hit Jon & Vinny’s, did a couple rounds
Cut my teeth on olive pits and talking money now
These days I’m like exactly who I thought I was
Franklin Saint, cause nothing keep me saner than the product does

More love to my niggas pushing the ‘cane
Bankers doing wholesale deals right in they face
Tony Montana and I got sum'n in common in the game
‘Cause we just want to look all of our idols in the face

Ocean's 12

VVS - Single

Texas Magnolia

"What I Want" -  the second single off my upcoming debut project OUT NOW.

What I Want

Hidden agendas and trust issues are a nasty “his & hers” combo. You tend to think that clarity for you is clarity for them, but ulterior motives often get between prideful people. You wish it wasn’t the way it is, but even on nights where you’re apart, you see the situation is headed towards a deadly crash.

Casper

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