[Intro: Radiant Children]
Young man you’re a gonner
Caught up in California
You’ve been lookin’ for gold
But there’s nottin’ to hold
Tell me have you seen him
I want to tell’em how I’m feeling
Yeah I say (yeee)
I haven’t seen you seen you since the summatime
But you, I used to think about you all the time
Back when I was still tryin’ to make you mine
These days you don’t even know me
These days you don’t even phone me
It’s a love crime, it’s a love crime

[Verse 1:GoldLink]
Yeah she call me her hubby
She love me but she in California
Want to be the talk of the town, well move to California
Duck out just to fuck her, so nobody knows it’s California
Bottom feed me women, there’s so many they need marijuana
And some good head, and you tell’em turn they phone off
Tell them get so loose, then we catch them with their shirt off
Girl take that skirt off, now put on your work clothes
And baby put that guard down, we gonna piss the neighbors off
Then I gotta go, girl to catch you at your day job
Keep it all discreet, then I meet you in the nighttime
You smell like the summatime, finer than a glass of wine
You know that I speak in code, they don’t ever have to know
Keep it on the hush, hush Keep it on the DM
You slide down a poll, then i’m sliding down you TM
They don’t know no details, do you fine like detail
Imma blow your back out and your boyfriend get no details (yeah)

[Chorus: Radiant Children]
I haven’t seen you seen you since the summatime
But you I used to think about you all the time
Back when I was still tryin’ to make you mine
These days you don’t even know me
These days you don’t even phone me
It’s a love crime, it’s a love crime

[Verse 2:Wale]
(eeh)
She call me on her early, she yearning for it from California
I don’t got no girlfriend, but got some workers in California
I be in that [?] Cannabis California
And I be the prince of my city, bitch where my Apollonia
Been a poet that’s been preforming for deaf ears
Raf Simmons my sweat suit hear me loud clear
Back to back in a matte black
When I fuck and i call her back
When i’m stuck cause I think she left one of her glass slippers
Cinderella what’s your real intentions
You want to move to Calabasas but it’s too expensive
You want to be with Yeezy, Travis, Migos, or the Genis
You want to fuck a hunnid rappers if it gets you nearer
Keep it on the hush hush, keep it on the DL
I be in your dreams, but they be in your DMs
And my only weakness reefer or them females
Me and Goldlink second home is that 310

[Chorus: Radiant Children] (x2)
I haven’t seen you seen you since the summatime
But you I used to think of you all the time
Back when I was still tryin’ to make you mine
These days you don’t even know me
These days you don’t even phone me
It’s a love crime, it’s a love crime

[Outro]
Oooooooo (oooohhh)

[Verse]
Yo, mask on nigga I’m feeling like Stanley Ipkiss
TM collect the advance and then we dip quick
Left with the bitches, liquor, weed and them bands
Here that white van with mad cash back to the campus
Pay my demand like Vincent Van, I need answers
But we on camera, shh, only police can say
"Freeze, hands up" takin’ innocent bystanders
When I hold the mic they understand the rest is just slander
I remember when my only option was following scammers
Or, being another MC that gotta hold the hammers
So I said "Fuck all that other shit gotta get my grammar up"
Any mistake that I make will only build my character
And all that fake shit people spread can hurt parameter
But it’s still contagious it’s messing with me not a janitor
I’m more like cannabis I get you, so fucking high you can’t remember that you standing up
I’m tryna live fabulous this is for my real ones that’s on it’s way to catalyst
You know the chemistry I’m tryna bring the energy for you
Same crew I was cooped up in my crib with
Had to shed light on my view
Little alter where they had a lot of park benches for pews
Too much talent in my soul but I don’t know what to do
And that nigga made a move
Time to pin up all these pinnacles
Throw ’em in the past man I gotta write a miracle and prove to all the ridicule
A young boy with a old soul, swear I made it cool
Been the bigger man so many times y’all niggas miniscule
I got everything to gain and nothing to lose
I want everything you ain’t getting it by playing it cool
I remember all the faces that told me to stay in school until I blew

[Outro]
And that’s without a gang sign nigga what’s new?
Now I’m shooting for the stars yeah I’m shooting for the news
What’s new?