hold As our fate unfolds now I will never let go our love will survive the last day of summer, the last day of summer, the last day of summer
, the hoes gonna come out to dis one boy. We gon' let y'all know how we do it in da south man. With the motherfuckin golds in our mouth. In da summa
Time and time again I am asked the same questions: "John where did you study?" "Are you professionally trained?" "Is it difficult to stay in voice?"
Time and time again I am asked the same questions: "john where did you study? " "are you professionally trained? " "is it difficult
way inclined Oh, the days were hot and the nights were long I must have sung a million songs But all the words just came out wrong On the last day of summer
far away there was something i held onto you're gone so what can i do? just to see you're face would make it all okay you left me last summer (i wonder
[lyrics : Isaac] You are driving me mad with all this new horror crap They should kill Wes Craven for inventing this shit stupid movies about some dumb
day of summer And it will hurt you more than most 'Cause you're still trying to mine For memories in a ghost It's the last day of summer And you know
Thomas moore, nina simone 'tis the last rose of summer, left blooming all alone All her lovely companions are faded and gone. No flower of her kindred
Sipping a sangria, with a girl named Julia Hot Jamaican sand beneath our feet She purred like a cat, in a Panama hat She said my passport picture was
home. The summer sends its love to you, the same as every year. But this year I will send mine too, and wish that you were here. The summer sends
Summer's almost gone Summer's almost gone Almost gone Yeah, it's almost gone Where will we be When the summer's gone? Morning found us calmly unaware
a way to get away And when the summer sun comes you might shape up Go back to being yourself and to the ones you love And when the summer sun comes
What can we scrape together with just the flesh as evidence Handfuls of hate and the bittersweet ambivalence 'Cause I am pushing cobwebs and I'm folding
signed a fiend I played the side for you niggas that's tryin' to front and see Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you niggas the son of me Pause for this dumber
[P. Diddy - talking] Yeah There's three things I like about the summertime Drop tops, long hot nights and summer love Yeah Hey yo, B Tell 'em what time
How about you, my new favorite thing I hardly know, don't know you very well I really hope that this summer you will change your pursuit I don't mind,
small town life She said oh by the way son, old man Wrigley's died Later on that night I laid there thinkin' back Thought 'bout a couple long-lost summers