Verse 1

Say my lyrics are didactic, you buy that shit, I’m scoring you a hattrick
Do another back flip, Lua Lua, remember him
Cantona, pop my collar as I kick you in
Sip my gin like an old lady
Aches and pains it’s a shame going bald maybe, or definitely
You off key like you effing a g, she need a C, she just getting the D
Uni drop out and her pops gone be threatening me
He never getting her A and I’m just letting her B
You getting the dean? I’m just setting the scene
I love hip-hop I’m just getting her clean
AA, I’m good if you study me, and when I’m gone brother gonna wish there’s another me
Wouldn’t it be lovely if my fair lady, was dark as night, then I drive bare daisies
This brears crazy right
Raise my fist as I praise the mic
Came with gifts but you crazy light,
This thrift shop hip-hop, yeah that’s crazy tight

Hook

Summer Days, drifting away, drummer says what riff can you play
And I say I can’t play nothing
They tits on the kic so I guess they fronting
Tight on the mic so I must say something
Break from the locks and the box I’m put in
Summer days the rays the fall, the winter, the spring, I praise it all

Verse 2

You wanting a lazy day,
Kid slept now he’s counting his greys away
Life’s quick and it’s passing you by
But why cry you should laugh the same happen you die
Is this it or is it the start of another bit
Or dya start again I still do it for the love of spit-
tin writtens of repping all of Britain
Land took, stand up cos my daddy did the sit ins
My mummy didn’t fit in, I knew that I was different too
Don’t try and be a slave in these chains that they giving you
You living really living really living how you wanna?
Judge send us all to prison where’s you honour where’s your honour man
Killing all the street meat like Jason with his doner van
Need to save our babies, yo where’s Madonna at
White Saviour, Rich Guy, uh, yeah you born with that
Need a fall guy so brief George Foreman
Doorman got British Beef cos I ain’t Norman
Hey sunny day, don’t need your club
Watch sunset in the park if the weed is good

Hook

Summer Days, drifting away, drummer says what riff can you play
And I say I can’t play nothing
They tits on the kic so I guess they fronting
Tight on the mic so I must say something
Break from the locks and the box I’m put in
Summer days the rays the fall, the winter, the spring, I praise it all

Verse 3

Love the hot weather
Or not it got better, I don’t know bredder
Summer Days when I got redder, browner
Led her the founders, bed her but crowned her
Now she spread, bound, fed to hounds
Not a question of pounds, you can make em
Not even fetching her gown leave her shaking
If you making the music respect it
If you in out in out take the exit
If you been out been out and the night before
Why don’t you stay out you can make it four
Why don’t you make it 5 and do a proper binge
Sun it makes me ginge, I call it copper tinge
These are proper tings, what the summers bout
Flow so hot call your plumber out