Napalm - No More Sad Summers Lyrics

Ok my Whip stay foggy
Eyes a little glossy
I been Tongue kissin Mary Jane
Tell me what he did to break your heart
Cause I could see it from the start
All he did was cause you pain
I just wanna be that wavy mufucka
That you trust
Get hippie with the trippies
Fuck around with no glove
You got me fighting Cupid
I won’t fall for your lust
How dare you make a
Cold hearted nigga fall in love
You got me windows down
Cruisin round
Green in my cigar
Mimosa Monalogue
On my cherry red guitar
Breaking all my rules again
Livin like a rockstar
No more sad summers
(No more no more, no more no more)
No More Sad summers
(No more no more, no more no more)
It’s all my fault I fell in love
But that’s what happens when you
Fuckin with the glove
I should’ve kept it at just
Pitchin You with these drugs
No more tequila
I might fall for my crush
Bottom line I thought you would be the one
But you go ghost on a Nigga got me feelin dumb
You pretty young I’m pretty stupid and just wastin Cum
I’m reminiscing of you Kissing on my Love gun
With my
windows down
Cruisin round
Green in my cigar
Mimosa Monalogue
On my cherry red guitar
Breaking all my rules again
Life of a rockstar
You got me singing
No more sad summers
(No more no more, no more no more)
No More Sad summers
(No more no more, no more no more)

Ok my Whip stay foggy
Eyes a little glossy
I been Tongue kissin Mary Jane
Tell me what he did to break your heart
Cause I could see it from the start
All he did was cause you pain
I just wanna be that wavy mufucka
That you trust
Get hippie with the trippies
Fuck around with no glove
You got me fighting Cupid
I won’t fall for your lust
How dare you make a
Cold hearted nigga fall in love
You got me windows down
Cruisin round
Green in my cigar
Mimosa Monalogue
On my cherry red guitar
Breaking all my rules again
Livin like a rockstar
No more sad summers
(No more no more, no more no more)
No More Sad summers
(No more no more, no more no more)
It’s all my fault I fell in love
But that’s what happens when you
Fuckin with the glove
I should’ve kept it at just
Pitchin You with these drugs
No more tequila
I might fall for my crush
Bottom line I thought you would be the one
But you go ghost on a Nigga got me feelin dumb
You pretty young I’m pretty stupid and just wastin Cum
I’m reminiscing of you Kissing on my Love gun
With my
windows down
Cruisin round
Green in my cigar
Mimosa Monalogue
On my cherry red guitar
Breaking all my rules again
Life of a rockstar
You got me singing
No more sad summers
(No more no more, no more no more)
No More Sad summers
(No more no more, no more no more)