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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Vocals
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Additional Vocals
Vonnie
Vonnie
Additional Vocals
Big Boy
Big Boy
Speaker
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Songwriter
Kenneth Blume III
Kenneth Blume III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kenny Beats
Kenny Beats
Producer
Tyler Page
Tyler Page
Recording Engineer
James Royo
James Royo
Recording Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Aria Angel Ali
Aria Angel Ali
Mixing Engineer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Man, whatever day, vibe, month it is (Yeah man)
It just feels like summer (I love it) (Summer)
You know what I'm sayin’?
It always feels like summer in the neighborhood, man
When you get a chance to come in
You get a chance to lay back
You get a chance to laugh
You get a chance to chill
Best believe that, man
And bein’ that it always feels like summer
Let's go ahead and make you feel like summer
[Verse 2]
Summertime in the LB wild
We gon' party till the sun or the guns come out
JB first one fouled out playin’ ball
Now the whole city love you, how?
Boy, know they wasn't down from the get go
Dirty got a dozen rounds, better get low
Lil' Johnny gave his life for this shit
All he got was a plot and a bottle from the WinCo
Still North Side, Parkside, Vince though
Two N's, new friends, we skip those
Try finessin' my way into Heaven
Might hit that gate, might fall from grace
Splat, on the concrete, real street runner
First month still feel like summer
Cold weather won't stop no gunner
Wrong hat, wrong day, I'll kill my brother
[Verse 3]
Ay, summertime in the LB
Know there ain't shit a broke **** gon' tell me now
Drop-top with the top down now
All the bad bitches gon' feel me now
Ay, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah
[Verse 4]
Scared money don't make money, hey
White man wan' take from me, hey
White fans at the Coachella, hey
Never been touched, **** know better, hey (Ooh yeah)
Same ways since summer school, Baby J
Either I'ma make the news, or make a play
Passed Alyssa house, could've took a different route
Wouldn't be without, think about her every day
Moved on, life fast like that
Still struggle with the past, I'm strapped
Somebody gotta watch my back
Everybody wanna count my bag
Ease off me, these streets taught me
Speak softly, please don't taunt me
Knew when Vicky and 'em stayed on 8th
If they killed me, then I'd be great
Now they lookin' at me
[Verse 5]
Summertime in the LB
Know it ain't shit a broke **** gon' tell me now
Drop-top with the top down now
All the bad bitches gon' feel me now
Ay, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah
[Verse 6]
There it is, man
I told y'all, feels like summer no matter when it is, man
It always feels like summer in the neighborhood
And bein’ that it feels like summer, let's do this man
Let's go outside (Hey)
Written by: Adam Feeney, Kenneth Blume III, Tyrone Griffin Jr, Vince Staples
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