Summertime
Jackson Quach, Steffy Zambrano, Andre
This is Summertime by me, Steffy, and Andre not the exemplary Will Smith
But you already know this is something you can’t discredit
Schools out, no more homework and animosity
Not the time to be penurious, it’s the time to be spontaneous and desultory
At the top of the “To-Do List”, infiltrate Six Flags
Then off to every shopping spot, walking out with mad bags
Next day, looking all foppish
Causing everybody in the street to do some major stoppage
Now epitomized as debonair
Next stop, the florid New York State Fair
Nonchalantly in line waiting to get into the club
The impervious bouncer told us to cross the street and grab some grub
I tried to compromise with him, hoping things will get better
But things got out of hand and like Lupe it was a fiasco and he whooped out the fetters
Augment your joy and jubilation at the beach
Perpetual happiness is something school can’t teach
Ostentatious women walking the sand in their bikinis
And I see slovenly enormous women who need embellishing, eating Panini
Skeptical of the water at first because of the shoal
But parched from the hot weather, I have no choice but to go
Feeling no remorse whatsoever
The summertime will be engraved in my memory forever
Summer’s ending, school’s approaching
Back to the teacher’s incessant questions and coaching
Oblivious of everything that has been taught in the past
In class reminiscing about the summer and hoping next summer will come fast!