Summer Beach Music - Desi Music Producer

Sittin' in my car outside your house (Sittin' in my car outside your house) 'Member when you spilled Coke all over your blouse T-shirts, cut-offs, and a pair of thongs (T-shirts, cut-offs, and a pair of thongs) We've been having fun all summer long (All summer long you've been with me) I can't see enough of you (All summer long we've both been free) Won't be long til summer time is through (Summer time is through) Not for us now Miniature golf and Hondas in the hills (Miniature golf and Hondas in the hills) When we rode the horse we got some thrills Every now and then we hear our song (Every now and then we hear our song) We've been having fun all summer long Won't be long till summer time is through (Summer time is through) Not for us now Every now and then we hear our song (Every now and then we hear our song) We've been having fun all summer long We've been having fun all summer long (We've been having fun all summer long) We've been having fun all summer long (We've been having fun all summer long) We've been having fun all summer long

Drive your car down to the sea All the while you build a scheme Take her hand and walk on with her Make it real, your summer dream Smell the warm and salty air See a wave reflect a beam Stop and find a pretty shell for her Make it real, your summer dream See another couple over there To them an ordinary day Soon you wonder where the time has gone The sun has almost slipped away Now it's gone and you're alone In her eyes you see a gleam Time has come for you to show your love Make it real, your summer dream Make it real, your summer dream Make it real, your summer dream

And they all lived happily ever after And they all lived happily And they all lived And they all grew up You can find me in the darkness Layin' tracks just like a railroad Oswald, Versace, Vivianne, you get the message I designed them beats like Alexander threads them dresses (Ah-mmm) I be workin' on the Sunday Mama told me that's a God day I'm just tryna eat, yeah, I'm just tryna get a ticket God bless the sin, and no rest for the wicked (Ah-mmm) Man, they can't tell me nothing (Ayy-ayy) Fuck yeah, I been on my grind, yeah One, two (Yeah-yeah) Kanye West, they can't tell me nothing (No, no) Paid my dues and I did my time Yes, I did (Oh) Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Now I Sold myself so my mama don't have to cry (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Wonderin' when is Father gonna take me right back up to the sky? 'Cause it's been too long Paintin' this picture Watchin' paint dry I'm the producer Watchin' these Spielbergs fly (Ah-mmm) All these Goslings (All these Goslings) With Hollywood smiles (Hollywood smiles) And I'm just the producer (The producer) Tryna make a headline (Ah-mmm) I be livin' with the phantom He be holdin' me for ransom Tryna climb the ladder, I'm just hopin' and a-wishin' Money and the power, they don't come without ambition (Ah-mmm) Mother hung them baby pictures up (Ah-mmm) I was destined for some shit But now I'm lookin' at the cuckoo clock I'm countin' all them digits Made some plans for life but now he's actin' like a bitch Well I sold myself so my mama don't have to cry (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Wonderin' when the Father up in Heaven gon' give me my piece of the pie 'Cause it's been too long