SLUMMER

Stay high and holy Ain't into watches, don't mind the Rollie I ain't a pastor, you bastards, I keep a black pistol-y Chubby young jit talk slick, rollin' like Roly Poly At fifteen, my girlfriend was thick and she would slowly blow me I would beat it down when she come around She was down, she would help me sack all my nicks and dimes She was fine, I was in my feelings, I was out my mind It's that, it's that, it's the teenage love, making love, no glove It's that, it's that, it's the abortion money, gotta get it up It's that, it's that, I still feel like we still killed our baby girl It's that, it's that, it get worser, had a baby by a thug It's that, finally understand why women go to church and hum You can hit 'em with a hurt so deep they heart can't come back from Smile and make each other cum but could not overcome the slum I remember the last time that we made love on the mama's sofa Told me she was pregnant by this older nigga and it's over A couple summers and our teenage love had turned to somethin' slummer I can't love her like I used to, she somebody's baby mama But she call me to come over when she go to see her mama And we make love and she talk about her stress and all her drama As the project light would shine through the project window blinds I would slowly stroke her body, I would try to pick her mind I asked her, "What you gonna be?" And she said, "Michael, I'm gonna be fine" Told me with my brilliant mind "You gon' be better than fine" Told me I had places to travel And she really wasn't into flyin' Told me I was more than a dope boy Don't follow the deaf, dumb and blind Done seen her a couple of times And told her, "Ayy, baby, I owe you" She hugged me, held on me tight "You did it Micheal, I told you" See, she was such a fine young thang (Such a fine young thang) But that ain't my side of things (Yeah) Think I might touch the danger for the love She my summer love She my summer love (ah) Slummer love (ooh) Slummer love (ooh) So many promises, promises, promises So many promises, promises, promises (ayy, ayy, ayy) Still hear the voices Still hear your voice, yeah I remember, you called and said, "Michael I am pregnant" I responded, "Baby girl, a baby girl might be a blessing" And I ain't Usher, baby, but this here is my confession I must own it, I didn't want it, even now I know I'm flexin' 'Cause all that raw dog sex and I knew I would get you pregnant And all this teenage love is really just about posessin' They call it adolescence 'cause we learnin' adult lessons And I ain't grown because I rolled some stones and carry weapons I was rubbin' on your tummy when your mommy asked for money Told me, "Your procedure's Monday and she gon' need like four hunnid" And had I known your mother wasn't gon' never let you keep it I wouldn't have told my partners, would've kept that news a secret (secret) Boy, if you lived in the ghetto, in the hood And you seen some of these people that was getting pregnant You would realize like they can't afford to get pregnant They don't need to be pregnant This girl could go to school, this girl is smart Her parents ain't paying for it She actually gon' get a scholarship But she ain't gon' tell 'em that she been fuckin'