Summerland

(Verse 1: Jas The Producer)
Its just a
Couple swings of the baseball bat
Light a match
I count stacks with all this straw on my back, boutta crack
It could've been a better day in the class
You go from hundreds down to nun on the dash, life  is too fast
Gas levels high and expectations are low
You won't miss me that's a fact if I go
Hit the liquor store buy a bottle a dro' and blast the money store while I just lie cry on the floor, it's dope

(Verse 2: B.Y)
Mind is staying vacant, I hate it
This life is boring, it's basic
I feel so weary, so tired
I think I'm staying complacent
My life feels like an era
Full of fucking misdemeanors
Evеryone that I've evеr loved just fucked off and disappeared
Take a look around
I live in black and white
Chase me to the tomb
Dirt is under my sights
Mind is staying vacant, I hate it
This life is boring, it's basic
I feel so weary, so tired
I think I'm staying complacent
My life feels like an era
Full of fucking misdemeanors
Everyone that I've ever loved just fucked off and disappeared
Take a look around
I live in black and white
Chase me to the tomb
Dirt is under my sights