Boi-1da - Summer Sixteen lyrics

I know that shoulders be turning when I come on, yeah Turn back the dial but I know it was my song, yeah I'm mixing a track, so don't bother to call Got a dent in my skull from my phones, but I keep ‘em on Yeah This is that motivation The most lyrical fixation I flex through my beats But I know I got to catch up for real when it comes to engagement If I got something to say well You know I typically save it But now I be spilling my guts, and I'm cutting my heart, put it up on the table Take a look at the game's embers Trying to find the key with a metal detector Hip-hop's a haystack of last straws I'm picking the needle like a vinyl collector Give weight to my message If I give direction To summon the chills All you need is a lyrical vector She said “I got to show you my collection Made up of the top 100 records Why you got to be a judge of this, boy?” I said, “naw I'm like a sewage inspector” Come and join me on the precipice Let's take a leap, and spread ours wings Trace back the trends to the genesis See the rise and fall like Daedalus I don't see the light in rap no more My eyes got vantablack cores Not from the night Not from the hood Just know that's word To Anish Kapoor I would like to move to start fresh... Will you second the motion, my friend? All in favor say "aye" If you wish to see the story begin