Mereba Feat. 6LACK – Heatwave Acoustic Lyrics

Mereba Heatwave Acoustic Lyrics

[Feat. 6LACK ]

Run, run
You better run run run like a demon chasing you
Run run till your face is blue
Run run, run run
You better run run run like a demon chasing you
Run run till your face is blue
Run run, for your Mama’s sake
Run run

Long summer, long summer, long summer, long summer
Itʼs gon be a heatwave, a long summer
All summer, all winterʼs like summer
Long summer, long summer, long sum mer, long summer
Itʼs gon be a heatwave, a long summer and all winter
They killinʼ niggas

See they see sin in your skin, boy
And their clips got the shits, boy
They got that heat on their hip, yeah
And they canʼt wait to let it rip, boy

I ainʼt trying to die on this beautiful day,
I couldnʼt stand the thought of not seeing your beautiful face
So ima run like I been running the streets, right,
I mean run like I just missed the streetlight
I fall flat like Iʼm trying out for track cuz 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 donʼt owe nobody shit, yeah,
so why the fuck the coppers on my dick?
Yeah, be clear
Itʼs gon be a long, long summer, tomorrowʼs never promised and sometimes
I really wonder
When they tell me keep the peice do that mean a click clack*?
I know we lookinʼ
Forward but I gotta watch my back
Run, run (You, you, you better run)
Run, run

Long summer, long summer, long summer, long summer
Itʼs gon be a heatwave, a long summer (you better)
All summer, all winterʼs like summer (run run run run run)
Long summer, long summer, long summer,
long summer (make it home for your mama)

Itʼs gon be a heatwave, a long summer and all winter
They killinʼ niggas (they killin’ brothers, they killin’ sisters)
He got that heater on his hip
Clip Is with the shits
He don’t shoot to miss
Click clack, click clack
Got that heater on his hip
Clip is with the shits
He donʼt do shoot to miss
Click, clack
He got that heater on his hip
Clip is with the shits
But we donʼt shoot to miss
Click clack, click clack
Got that heater on his hip, so
Whoʼs gonna be crying
Your momma or mine
Your momma or mine?