Letras:
The Rocket Summer She S A Seven

, 3... do you love me? 4, 5, 6, you're a 7 On a scale of how much you make me feel closer to heaven. I don't know how she could show all the love that's

, 3... do you love me? 4, 5, 6, you're a 7 On a scale of how much you make me feel closer to heaven. I don't know how she could show all the love that's

the one I know, she's on the rag She spent the summer day inside her sleeping bag Yeah she spent the summer day inside until it's time to work And she

, where they nooooooow, huuuhhhhhooohhh HEY!) {Awww man can you believe it it's like a holiday man} {It's like Nas bringin a rap holiday man, ha ha ha

on the Prowler Blaze up a blunt as I tell you all about it Kill'a of the Hill'a, crawl like caterpillar Pour a fo-fo up in my grapes as for real'a This

know, she's on the rag? And she spent the summer day inside her sleeping bag Yeah, she spent the summer day inside until it's time To go to work and she

his foot Was guaranteed to make the venture pay Betty bomb was screamer She learned to sing to keep her daddy at bay She saw The Buskers on a hot summer

That's what she told me, lil' punk, blame that on your father So I had no choice, nigga pick up a brick Split a motherfucker shit's for trying to fuck

summer sure is nice It's beautiful at Christmas There's three more reasons why I hate Chicago From their WGN station To their seven feet of snow The rock