chrome summer

Yeah, wake up, wake up, shake the sleep from your eyes Look outside, see the sun start to rise Summer time back in the day, no stress on the mind Let’s roll, leave the worries behind Wake up in the morning, nothing but blue in the sky No trouble on my mind, letting the moments fly by Weekend finally here, time to do this thing right Fresh fade, clean shirt, getting ready for the night Cruisin' in the Monte Carlo, cherry paint shining like glass People standing on the corner watching me pass Rolling slow down the block, letting the engine breathe Got the whole city waving every time that we leave Nice and clean, chrome gleaming, looking pristine in the sun Checking the rearview mirror, knowing the fun has begun Spokes spinning so bright they blinding your eyes chrome rims flashing under mid-July skies Rides through the city, rolling slow on the block Back in the day when we didn't check the clock Summer time magic, keeping everything true Just enjoying the day, doing what we do Rides through the city, windows down to the floor Every single weekend, always wanting some more Nice and clean with the spokes spinning around Throwing up a hand as we cruise through the town Bitches call me up, phone ringing off the hook Asking where the party at, giving me the look Told 'em meet me by the park where the old heads chill Where the smoke’s in the air and the cups stay fill We used to stack up the cash just to fill up the tank No stress about the bills or the funds in the bank Just pure fun, laughing loud with the crew Reminiscing on the things that we used to do Monte Carlo dipping low when we take a sharp turn Tires hitting the cement, letting the rubber just burn Had the speakers in the trunk shaking the whole frame Back when everybody knew your face and your name Rides through the city, rolling slow on the block Back in the day when we didn't check the clock Summer time magic, keeping everything true Just enjoying the day, doing what we do Rides through the city, windows down to the floor Every single weekend, always wanting some more Nice and clean with the spokes spinning around Throwing up a hand as we cruise through the town Golden hour hitting, sky turning to red Thinking about all the words the old heads said Keep it smooth, keep it clean, let the Monte Carlo glide Cherish every single minute of the summer ride Phone still buzzing, everybody wants a piece As the daylight drops and the stars get release We just rolling, rolling, keeping it slow Nowhere else in the world I'd rather go slow it down right here... Monte Carlo rolling through the dark... Weekend done, Nice and clean...