She got her high heel boots on; it’s a long walk to a backward con.
Listen to the clapback, all them cobblestones she’s walking on.
Don’t get it twisted; it’s just life in the city; man, she gon’ roll along.
She so cute with that Instagram smile, all ducked out and small.
Take her down to the Taste Freeze, fill her bags up at the mall.
She’s got boxes full of drama, and that’s not all.
Beneath the heat, the sly smiles wither.
Look at me coming yon, coming hither.
Listen to the morning birds while they dither.
There’s a mud castle, and it’s decorated just the way you like it.
No car, just bike it. Can’t love it, like it.
Stay away from brujas, them bitches mad psychic.
Take me down the bodega, turn the hydrant, pass the popsicles.
Stand in front the ice cream, turn you into an icicle.
Be radical. Magical. Done give up; it’s tragic y’all.
Or turn yourself to stone, wondering where the greenery grow.
Who’s there finding out, and who already know…
It’s summer in the city, and the rooftops smell like snow.