Heatwave (Explicit)

Heatwave (Explicit) - Mereba/6LACK

Lyrics by：Marian Mereba/Sam Hoffman/Ricardo Valentine

Composed by：Marian Mereba/Sam Hoffman/Ricardo Valentine

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 momma's sake

Run run

Long Summer long Summer long Summer

Long Summer it's gon' be a heatwave

A long Summer

Hot Summer our Winter's like Summer

Long Summer long Summer long Summer

Long Summer it's gon' be a heatwave

A long Summer

In our Winter they killin' n***as

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 can't wait to let it rip boy

Yeah

Okay I ain't tryna die on this beautiful day

I couldn't stand the thought of not

Seeing your beautiful face

So I'ma run like

I've been running the streets right

I mean run like I just missed the streetlights

I fall flat like I'm trying out for track

'Cause they beat a n***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 f**k the cop is on my d**k

Yeah be clear

It's gon' be a long long Summer

Tomorrow's never promised

And I sometimes really wonder

When they tell me keep the peace

Do they mean click-clack

I know we're looking forward

But I gotta watch my back

Run oh woah

Run run

Ohhhh

You you you better run

Run ooh

Run ohhh uhhhhh

Long Summer long Summer long Summer

Long Summer it's gon' be a heatwave

A long Summer

You better

Hot Summer our Winter's like Summer

Yeah yeah

Long Summer long Summer long Summer

Oh make it home 'fore you momma ooh

Long Summer it's gon' be a heatwave

A long Summer

In our Winter they killin' n***as

Clip that's what this is

He don't shoot your knees

Click-clack click-click

Got that heater on his hip

Clip that's what this is

He don't shoot your knees click clack

He got that heater on his hip

Clip that's what this is

We don't 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 can't wait to let it rip boy