Heatwave (acoustic)

Run, run, run

You better run, run, run like a demon chasin' you Run, run 'till your face is blue Run, run Run, run

You better run, run, run like a demon chasin' you Run, run 'till your face is blue Run, run For your momma's sake

Long summer, long summer, long summer Long summer, it's gon' be a heatwave Long summer Our summer, our winter's like summer Long summer, long summer, long summer Long summer, it's gon' be a heatwave A long summer In our winter, they killin' niggas

See they see, see it in your skin, yeah And they clips got the sh-, yeah They got that heat on they hip, yeah And they can't wait to let it rip, no, no

See they see, see it in your skin, yeah And they clips got the sh-, boy They got that heat on they hip, yeah And they can't wait to let it rip, no, no

Okay, I ain't tryna die on this beautiful day I couldn't stand the thought of not seeing your beautiful face So I'mma run like, I've been running the streets right I mean, run like I just missed the streetlights

I fall flat like I'm trying out for track 'Cause they beat a nigga blue just for loving that he black My advice is, run like Obama 'fore they catch you like Osama Better, run like a nose 'fore they catch you like a cold

He got that heater on his hip, yeah He evil so he might just let it rip, yeah And I know I don't owe nobody sh- So why the fuck the coppers on my d- here, be clear

It's gon' be a long, long summer Tomorrow's never promised and I sometimes really wonder When they tell me keep the peace do they mean click-clack I know we looking forward but I gotta watch my back

Run Run, run Run, run, run Run, run

Long summer, long summer, long summer Long summer, it's gon' be a heatwave Long summer Our summer, our winter's like summer Long summer, long summer, long summer Long summer, it's gon' be a heatwave A long summer In our winter

And he got that heater on his hip Clip is with the sh- He don't shoot to miss, click-clack, click-click Got that heater on his hip Clip is with the sh- He don't shoot to miss, click, clack And we got that heater on our hip Clip is with the sh- We don't shoot to miss, click-clack, click-click Got that heater on my hip Who's gonna be crying Your momma or mine Your momma or mine