Name: Summer (Radio Edit) by Harris Chill
Duration: 4 min 16 s
Description: Summer (Radio Edit)

Hey ! Good ! It could be good for a french song, no ?

Made this 7 years ago, Unfortunately I didn't play this on my Martin guitar, it was a Yamaha acoustic and I recorded this in a prison studio, for growing copious amounts of weed, this track is about my Father who had a terminal illness, I was 19 and he was 39 when he died, I Miss him everyday, its ultimately about a force of nature, also about being on a beach with a fire, good friends & music, Peace, Love & Unity X

Leviathan - 14:10:2023, 11.09

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This is probably the hardest set i have ever mixed... and it will be perfect for the Songkran Festival and the Water War in the streets! Jump Jump....
Also on my YouTube Channel with Visualizer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7RWJm-4giT4

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hit it loud

Sippin wocky wit that bag nigga it ain’t no trash

Amount it up before I spazz nigga I hit the dash 

Fingers itching for the paper nigga like a rash 

She can see I got them trees swisher they turn to ash

You can see Ain’t none to talk about straight to the bag 

Im in the hood you can walk it out back in the lab 

you see I’m poppin tags nigga I got that cash


In the hood I be poppin shit I’m posted up 

Give af I get to droppin shit kaint show no love 

Got that woky ain’t no opposite just bring that in 

All shit I got around the way I kaint go in

They don’t want me to have that gwala gwala 

I keep that cash 

I’m doin good that’s why they talkin now 

Talkin trash

All I want to see is opp so I can spazz

5 years from this fuckin date I hit the dash 



Sippin wocky wit that bag nigga it ain’t no trash

Amount it up before I spazz nigga I hit the dash 

Fingers itching for the paper nigga like a rash 

She can see I got them trees swisher they turn to ash

You can see Ain’t none to talk about straight to the bag 

Im in the hood you can walk it out back in the lab 

you see I’m poppin tags nigga I got that cash



Tryna make me take a different route (I’m with the shits)

 thought that I couldn’t make it out ( you just a bitch)

I remember rockin hand me down (as a jit)

In September they didn’t come around (it’s a lick)

Seen them commas like I sold a pound ( hella lit)

I resided in jungles ground (in the trench)

Fuck around and had to lock it down like a pit 

Always keep that gwala round (I’m the shit)

Summer (Radio Edit)

Harris Chill

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