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Summer Walker


Am I really that much to handle?
Breakin' these niggas down like enamel (oh)
Yet I'm ready to blow you out like a candle
Can I really just blow you out like a candle?
You a man, you say you the man (oh)
You say you 'bout it, you say you got it planned (oh)
I really wasn't tryna listen
You say I ain't got no discipline (oh)
And that there why I wasn't listenin' (oh)

But I need a nigga who can handle me (oh)
I want a, a nigga who can handle me, oh
Nigga keep your hands off me
You wanna stay with me
But nigga, you just a fan of me (fan of me)
Cuff your bitch, nigga
Nigga, cuff your bitch
Caught you slippin' and a nigga hit a lick on you
Are you really tellin' me that
I could break you down like a gym, sweat

Fuck it and catch me at V-Live
I'll be sippin' D'USSE 'til I get dizzy
Actin' like he care, he just don't decide
I be tryna numb the pain, I be so his side (oh)
Fuck it, you can catch me in the Hills (oh)
Watch me close 'cause I'll be poppin' pills (oh, oh)
All I ask for you to keep it trill (oh)
All I ask for you to keep it real, real, real, real, real

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Real, real, trill, keep one hunnid, oh no
Not too much emotion, no, no
You know I been fucked up, yeah, yeah
I should keep it trill, trill for me
I should keep it real, real, one hunnid


SUMMER WALKER

In a swiftly growing city full of newcomers, Atlanta native Summer Walker emerges with the raw, soulful energy that RnB devotees live for. The singer/writer/musician explores new melodies providing her instrumentalist input in production, showcasing her influence from greats such as Amy Winehouse, Erykah Badu and Jimi Hendrix. Summer shares her moody vibes through piano and guitar along with her captivating vocal execution.

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