Met her at guitar shop on Santa Monica and 7th Street The salesman tried to get my attention to sell me a Mexican Fender She came to get her 10, 000 steps and hang out with her boyfriend But I was only trying to get to Know her so I took her out to the ocean It was hot, hot, 100 degrees But she only went in up to her knees She didn't want to take off her jeans 'cause that would be insane My summer love, oo-we-oo My summer love, oo-we-oo Oh, she loves me, she loves me, she loves me not Oh, she loves me, she loves me, she loves me not She got a bachelor's degree in Physics and a job in computer programming That's pretty cool for a singer in a band So I knew we would end up jamming Later that night we went to a gig and she asked for some advice "What do you do with your hands when You're singing, do you just hold onto the mic?" It was hot, hot, 100 degrees And the trash overflowed out on the street The heartbreak DJ stepped to me but I just couldn't get enough Of my summer love, oo-we-oo My summer love, oo-we-oo Oh, she loves me, she loves me, she loves me not Oh, she loves me, she loves me, she loves me not Gonna fly so high To a place that we have never seen Ever since you came 'round In a greasy tee and faded jeans, woah I got a cozy pad around the corner Slide a little closer My summer love, oo-we-oo My summer love, oo-we-oo Oh, she loves me, she loves me, she loves me not Oh, she loves me, she loves me, she loves me not Oh, she loves me, she loves me, she loves me not Oh, she loves me, she loves me, she loves me not

Bright kid, leaves school Gets job, hates it Fakes it, too long Sees no, way out Can't talk, to girls No sex, for years Loses, his will to live But he found something better Spice up your life Who would want anything else? These moments of oblivion are all I need Spice up your life Who would want anything else? These moments of oblivion are all I need Sells his, stuff for Nothing, to fund his Newfound, salvation Sexual frustration Is a thing of the past Spice up your life Who would want anything else? These moments of oblivion are all I need Spice up your life Who would want anything else? These moments of oblivion are all I need Smashes, up his Mates house, goes home Fucks up, his dad Beats him, so bad Arrested, thrown out Homeless, so sad His brother, will find him And give him a hiding Spice up your life Who would want anything else? These moments of oblivion are all I need Spice up your life Who would want anything else? These moments of oblivion are all I need News in, he's off it But he's not, the same kid I've seen him, last Sunday His head's fucking gone mate

Every bully that had maimed you, bled you dry And the blinkered say that boys will be boys And they're just kids being sly And they wonder why some die Every image of perfection starts a goldmine They gave you bulimia, those marketing masterminds Happens all the time All the time And it breaks you up Over time And it breaks you up Over time Every moment in this dark world, I'm terrified Reaching for a light in a gauntlet of toxic paradigms Sometimes I wanna die, sometimes Every headline, they betray you and the little guy But what would you expect from oligarchs and paedophiles Makes you wonder why you even try And it breaks you up Over time And it breaks you up Over time And it breaks you up Breaks you up, breaks you up No one should feel like this No one should feel like this No one should feel like this And it breaks you up Breaks you up, breaks you up And it breaks you up Over time And it breaks you up Over time

They dont know They dont know They dont know Who is worthy to b trust Only jah Black people who u put first Only jah Needless you fight nor fuss Praise jah For everything is granted an due unto us Jah commandments them go break So wan move mountain wit out faith Some broke da line an dem cant even wait Das why di war an crime roll a escalate Mi take dem one a straight to dem face Dey bun fire an me heavens nah go race You wan me leff babylon in a disgrace I bare wickedness round the world Chorus Every day bucket a go a well People watch di bucket Put my life pon rightousness an dere so me haffi stock it Wickedness pass me way me jus hold it an broke it Badness hear a youth nah jock it Hold on to life an you will see Hold onto to love an let it be Hold on to joy so great you be Am an example take a look an see Chorus Great to you Great to me What is for you can never be for me Am hear to save life and set my people free Lets join hands an hearts my friends an let rastafari be Chorus By: Gui___Grando(H2crew)

Two months since you got back, how have you been and are you bored yet? The weather ain't been bad if you're into masochistic bullshit And every photograph that's taken here is from the summer Some guy won Olympic gold eight years ago, a distance runner And that makes a lot of sense, this place is such great motivation For anyone tryna move the fuck away from hibernation Yoo-hoo Oh-oh, oh Oh, no Well, I grew up in the fallout from the riots in the '90s Static cranes stand lifeless, castin' shadows on the town I stare at that hallowed ocean as if to pick a fight For the dreams my old man dreamt for me lay on the other side Yeah I would leave if only I could find a reason I'm mean because I grew up in New England I got dreams, but I can't make myself believe them Spend the rest of my life with what could have been And I will die in the house that I grew up in I'm homesick I'm homesick I'm homesick Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh I would leave if only I could find a reason I'm mean because I grew up in New England I got dreams, but I can't make myself believe them Spend the rest of my life with what could have been And I will die in the house that I grew up in I'm homesick, I'm homesick I'm homesick I'm homesick (here's to my roots) Home (home, yeah, I'm home)