Summertime

Steppin' out on the street, facing out to the beat, I'm searching for a metaphor

Steppin' out in my jeans, tappin wood with my feet, you know just how we get it on

And it's easy to get this confused, it's a feud, you know they call it summertime

Like a teenager, rebelling refuse to let them shut us down

You know I'm gonna make you mine

Baby, I ain't here to preach it, just out to change that mood

But baby, I ain't here to teach it, came here to make you feel good

Saying I'm gonna get it heated, gon' make you change your mind

Baby, I ain't gonna breach it, just gonna make you mine

Steppin' out on the street and I'm up to no good,