Summer '09 - CYRUS

I don’t fucking like you

I ain’t ever like you

I ain’t ever lied

This shit has 2010 on it

Shit, I’ll drop a 10 on it

Do you got a 5?

I’ve been on the fence (oh yeah)

I set down the pen

And I picked up where I left

Did I make this fucking mess?

Open up a window

I want to see the sun

Just to feel what it says

Did nobody warn me

That it started storming

Clothes on the bed

I need time to get dressed (yeah)

This shit is reminiscent of my come up

Shit a four way stop, I think I might just pull up

Feel like summer '09, hold on, let me warm up

Before Jermaine even dropped, before he dropped the Warm Up

Told myself, hell nah, I can’t change, I’m too paid

Most of y’all so cap, you only rocking toupees

Been in love, but, I’m working on just being okay

But, sometimes I wonder if I’ve had enough, had enough

'Cause I’ve been trying not to lose my shit before that shit gets me in trouble

(oh)

Fuck it, let’s just keep on going, little further, I don’t think that this our

exit (no)

I don’t fucking like you

I ain’t ever like you

I ain’t ever lied

This shit has 2010 on it

Shit, I’ll drop a 10 on it

Do you got a 5?

I just need a chance (oh yeah)

Oh, was that my chance?

Yeah

This shit is reminiscent of my old days

With my hand stretched out, still in the hallway

Like, fuck it, maybe I won’t even go in

Maybe I’ll skip class, ain’t like I won’t pass

Put a finger up, separated by a fuck you

Is right now a bad time to say I want to fuck you?

Is right now a good time to show myself out?

I prefer clothes on the floor, not closed doors, yeah

I don’t have a favorite rapper (nah)

I don’t even like rapping (nah)

I kind of want a new profession (yup)

But, that feels like a bad decision

So, I’m gon' keep on going, little further, I don’t think that this my exit (oh)

This shit is reminiscent of my fucking job

Swear I’m clocked in even when the shit ain’t on the wall

Do my best not to fuck that shit up and smile through it

But, I’m 25 dawg, I just want to make music

Shit, I watched Mac Miller, Wiz, Logic, Chance, Cole

Big Sean, Mike Pos, fuck it, where’d the time go

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about it

We’re the same age dawg, shit, think about it, yeah

This ain’t a what if now, it’s just a when the fuck?

How much you gotta give 'til you giving up?

And if you get ahead, should you let it up?

Or keep that shit moving like you’re taking lunch?

And if this shit a race, am I keeping up?

Or am I sidelines throwing finger guns?

I don’t fucking like you, I never liked you

But, I’m in love, fuck