CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : My SummerTime

You know I'm not a good school type
I'd rather let my mind outside
Use my body right at time

I'm not a blood chemistry guy
I guess you get it, what's behind
When we party overnight

Kiss your papers goodbye, burn 'em down
No matter, teachers ain't come around
Forget your must , forget your friends, here's your new real friends
Your old slow town could bring you down

Siblings in a same piece part
Teases taking over home
Sometimes you wish you could go far
'Cause you ain't got time to spend cards

Hey, you know I'm not a good school type
Whenever they strike me out
I'm so much more than a fifty books ride
Gotta head up, my summertime