Fill in the blanks guys, RM will get credit for any help. (Jay-Z Verse 1) Dear summer, I kno you gon' miss me, For we been together like Nike airs and crisp tees, S.Dots wit polo fleeces, Purple label shit, wit tha logo secret, Gimme couple years, shit, I might just sneak in, A couple words, i'm like peaches n herb, We be reunited and it feel so hood, How the whole world sayin, "how he still so good?" Well I do this in my slumber summer, I aint none of these half-ass newcomers, you kno how I do summer, I drop heat, when you bring the sun up, The cover make *****s act up, I pick the gun up, ***** back up, the know i'm not no fronter, I dont talk shit, I just flip it on ya. Sorry Lance, i'm just tryna advance my quotes, I aint makin you the but of my jokes, But lets not stray from what I came to say, To my beloved, think we need some time away, They say if you love it, you should let it out its cage, And fuck it, if it comes back, you know its there to stay. Its tuggin at my heart, but this time apart is needed, From the public, you should gave me the publics, Instead you gave me ass to kiss, But you know me, thuggin till the casket dips, But still sine light down on all my peers, You kno they where? Some (???) I still wonder this year, And all the success I have received, I know you cant believe I still love'm but they dont love me. They like the drunk uncle in ya family, You kno that lame, you feel ashamed, but you love him the same. Its like when *****s make subliminal records, If it aint directed directly at me, I dont respect it. You dont really want it wit Hov, for the record, I put a couple careers on hold, you could be next kid, Keep enterin the danger zone, You gon' make that boy Hov put ya name in a song. If you that hungry for fame, fuck it, come on, Say when, take 10 paces, and sin. But on another note, bout to take another vaca, On another boat, God damn a motherfucker wrote his name out the hood, And I pray that I stay out for good, But any day you know a ***** could, Try to play like hes Suge, Then I gotta play like (???), You pass the dutchie, I'll blast you, trust me. *****s cant fuck wit me, I'm in a good mood, You lucky, I got a good groove, And I aint tryna fuck my thing up, But I will lay down a couple green bucks, get you clinked up, Non Pulp Fiction, Colt four fifth and, Young *****s that blast for me (Blasphemy), No religion. (Jay-Z talking) (Jay-Z Outro) I'm done for now, so one for now, Possibly forever, we had fun together, But like all good things, we must come to an end, Please show the same love to my friends, Dear Summer.