Spit fire, leave the pavement sizzling
Drip lava, watch the haters shriveling
Temperature rising, no AC surviving
I’m the reason summer nights stay wilding
Red lights flash when I step on the scene
Thermometer crack, know what that means
Ice in my chain, still it’s melting away
Every step I take, leave the concrete in flames
They say cool it down, I tell them turn it up
I don’t chase the heat, the heat chases us
Sweat on my brow, but it’s diamonds instead
Every move I make got the forecast read
Hotter than Paris, I have the city on toast
I don’t need a jacket, I’m the one bringing the most
Temperature breaking, no cap, no boast
I’m the reason the summer don’t ever get cold
About the Creator
Forest Green
Hi. I am a writer with some years of experiences, although I am still working out the progress in my work. I make different types of stories that I hope many will enjoy.
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