[Hook: Quan & (Asher Roth)]
Summertime, blue skies
Feel the breeze, blowing trees (Big ass titties)
And it feels good (Yeah, yeah), so good
Like it should, (It feels good, y'all) can you feel it too?
Uh, yo

[Verse 1: Asher Roth]
Summer sand, sun and tanned, feeling like a 100 grand
Underpants up in France like I'm from another land
I'm a man, I got needs, like I need you on your knees
Hummer me underneath, don't forget the N-U-T's
Where the weed, where the weed begin
What you see me in
Starting with B and M, tell me what's the BPM?
89, yeah that's fine, feeling like it's summertime
Sipping something potent, hope it's love potion number 9
Damn you fine from behind, what's your sign?
What's your size of your bra? Oh my God
Knock it off, knockers all natural
All actual, but he won't, Asher will
I'll be down for anything but only if the ass is (real)
Splash of stillwater in my glass of [?] swoosh, swoosh
Using it as mouthwash woosh, woosh, kush, kush
Don't you wish this was your life? This is your night
When it comes to summertime, don't you know the world is mine?
[Hook: Quan]
Summertime, blue skies
Feel the breeze, blowing trees
And it feels good, so good
Like it should, can you feel it too?

[Verse 2: Asher Roth]
Yeah, rolling down the street, need to celebrate the weekend
Picking up my best friends, tell 'em bring the weed and
90 degrees, even got a slight breeze and
I don't need to tell you that this be my favorite season
Hanging on the beach, but I'm sitting under trees and
Got a little vodka mixed in my iced tea and
Don't you know I'm light-skinned? Gotta use the right shit
SPF 45th, chilling in my whiteness
Rolling up sticky buds, sticking all to my thumbs
Only smoking on a joint, no, I can't be smoking blunts
Time for fun, just invite the hot ones
Bring 'em to the hot tub, suddenly their tops gone
Now I'm rock hard living like a rock star
Push it to the limit but stay out the back of cop cars
Can't be locked up by law enforcement
All I do is lean back, breathe and enjoy this

[Hook: Quan]
Summertime, blue skies
Feel the breeze, blowing trees
And it feels good, so good
Like it should, can you feel it too?
[Verse 3: Quan]
Catch me in that '83 heavy Chevy, deuce for the piping
Candy with a clear coat, girls to my liking
36-24-36 sizes
Coke bottle models filled with surprises
Eyes is wide and girlfriends giggling
Eenie-meenie-minie, trying to find me what I'm swimming in
In the sundress, that'll undress
Whoever body and brain game's the dumbest
Trees be the bombest, loving the calmness
Living life too right to get the wrong shit
And I'm on this, get to my money
Blow dro, spit flows, lay low where it's sunny
Can't complain about a thang mane, when chilling with
Some of the finest thangs on the continent
So I'm content with having a good time
In my zone on Patron with a splash of lime, fine

[Hook: Quan]
Summertime, blue skies
Feel the breeze, blowing trees
And it feels good, so good
Like it should, can you feel it too?
Summertime, blue skies
Feel the breeze, blowing trees
And it feels good, so good
Like it should, can you feel it too?