6 Summers
Anderson.Paak Lyrics

Trump's got a love child and I hope that bitch is buckwild
I hope that Trump's illegitimate child is living life to the fullest, having fun and experiencing different cultures, regardless of race or sexual orientation.

Take chains off, take rings off Bracelets and things, big aches and pains My jack rang off with clickbait Truth is too raw, it's a fish plate Fay-lay, the kunte A hunnid and fifty of us on the big stage? How long it took a nigga just to get paid? And now I think I'm 'bout to buy a Bentley, pronto I'm in LA with the shaker and bongo I heard your tape, do or die, it was compo- Trimmin' the bream with the blade and lawnmow' Figure it out, nigga Bitch, don't spill my sake You gon' make me kick you out this 'partment You gon' have to kick it in the lobby Damn, but don't somebody stop me, I'm too sloppy
I'm taking off all my jewelry and ending my suffering. I've been getting a lot of phone calls with misleading information. The truth is too real and too raw. It's like an unsatisfying meal. Many people are sharing the big stage with me. It took a long time for me to become successful and now I feel like I can buy anything I want. I'm staying in LA and listening to music. I listened to your music, but it was just borrowed and lacked originality. I'm in the kitchen filleting fish with a lawnmow - I'm a multitasker. Don't spill my sake or I'll have to come down on you. You'll have to leave the apartment, but don't try anything funny, someone take care of me.

The revolution will not be televised but it will be streamed live In 1080p on your pea brain head in the face ass mobile device, alright!
The revolution won't be shown on TV but it will be streamed live on your phone in high-quality video on your small screen.

This shit gon' bang at least six summers from out that rock you been under Mummy wrapped, duffel bag, gutter bunny It's hard to stomach cold murder It's easier to get a nine millimeter He was nineteen with a burner, they had to off 'em Reform, reform shoulda came sooner
This song will be a hit for at least six summers and you'll love it. It's about the harshness of reality, with people losing their lives. It's easier to obtain a gun than to stomach senseless deaths. I knew someone that was killed when they were only nineteen for having a weapon. We should have pushed for reform much earlier.

This shit gon' bang for at least six summers But ain't shit gon' change for at least three summers They tryna kill a nigga faith, we need a little truth, brother Pop-pop-pop goes the shooter Reform, reform shoulda came sooner
This song will be great for six summers, but we won't see any progress for at least three. Efforts are being made to destroy hope in people and we need to have a better understanding of what's going on. Shooters are still causing harm and we should have acted sooner.

And so I smoke, drink, just to cope with the pain Get the Coltrain and the Kobain
The pain is too much to handle so I smoke and drink to forget it all. I try to find relief by listening to John Coltrane and Kurt Cobain music.

Dear Mr. President, it's evident that you don't give a damn Shi- tell me somethin' that I don't know All this fuckin' evidence and if it ever make it to the stand Shi- you know they gon' let 'em go, bro You was overseas stealin' niggas' land and oil Billy copped the Desert Eag and it's legal to tote it Lil' nigga bullied out his Pumas, but why he have to shoot the whole school up?
Dear Mr. President, it's obvious that you don't care about the people. Tell me something I don't know. There is lots of evidence out there, but when it gets to court, they're going to be let off. You're overseas stealing land and oil from people. Billy has a gun, a Desert Eagle, and it's legal. Why did a young boy have to shoot his entire school after being bullied?

This shit gon' bang at least six summers! (Summers, summers, summers, summers, summers, summers, summers) Word This shit gon' bang for at least six summers But ain't shit gon' change for at least three summers They tryna kill a nigga faith, we need a little truth, brother Pop-pop-pop goes the shooter Reform, reform shoulda came sooner
This song will be cool for six summers. Although, we won't see any change for a few summers. They're trying to ruin our hope and dreams, we need to obtain the truth. Shooters are still causing harm and we should have acted sooner.