Summer of Sin - Apathy

Throwing out the wicked like God did the Devil

Another

Throwing out the wicked like God did the Devil

Summer

Throwing out the wicked like God did the Devil

Full of

Throwing out the wicked like God did the Devil

Sin

Cape Cod, Block Island

Got your whole block whiling

Richport to Newport

Nothing funny stop smiling, money piling

Sun shining, unwinding, water blinding

Ray-Bans polarize, no disguise, summertime

In New England, on a boat with a few woman

Who’s swimming?

Start sniffing talking quicker than the Fu-Schnickens

Get out my Beamer bitch your bathing suit is still dripping

Why you tripping, can’t you see I’m on a mission

Girls kissing, this is cool

Stay sipping 'till I’m pissing in the pool

Last day skipping school as a teen

Now I’m all about cash and vagine

Maybe fuck her in the ass with a lil' vaseline

In the bubble, don’t struggle

Get your money and hussle

I’m chilling at the Oyster Club

Princet with island mussels

And I radiate cool like the Fonz

But I’m hotter than the sun

Fucking blondes 'till their skin turns bronze

With a bom-bom puking liquor on the homies lawn

People quoting they songs like they were holy Qurans

You want a Boston Whaler or Skiff, inhaling a spliff

Dick stiff, getting throat while your little boat drift

That’s New England lifestyle homie

Peep the pedigree

My Ouija board channels energy from dead Kennedy’s

Like Caroline’s dad got a maritime flag

On the cover for the summer with designer travel bags

I’m.

Beats everyday and pray for heavy waves

Got a bitch named Becky who dress like Bettie Page

Better chill, 'fore I chase her around like Benny Hill

Fuck her in Poision Ivy patch, where’s the Benadryl?

Summers magic, back and forth

You can find me at the shore

Arguing if we should take the born on the Sagamore

Foul mouth Falmouth kids are loving my rap

Cause I represent the East

Putting New England on the map

From Stonington Borough all the way to North Truro

In like, less than three hours with the Audi Turbo

It’s like, I like loud music

Party invader

That’s word to your mothers black dog wind breaker

I’m so nautical, Nautica’s not an option

And jocking the J Crew that I’m rocking

I’m so popping I’m popular

Pop shots at the rappers who rap regular

Retina scans the infrared signature like a predator

Ap for president preference of people who represent

The place of my residence

And you can see evidence

All the way from Connecticut out to Venice with Evidence

My sentence will shake up the oceans floor and stir the sediments

Bodies bobbing on the water surface like a buoy

Hootchies with the coochie cut her shorts showing booty

This is not a movie, this is really and truly an East Coast summertime,

so unruly I’m…