[Verse]
Summertime sizzle, the Cruf be glowin’,
On my plate, the flavors keep flowin’,
Bite so wild, got my taste buds rowin’,
Feel like a king where the seeds be growin’.
[Verse 2]
Sun on my back, the Cruf’s in the shade,
Juicy delight from the heavens it’s made,
Drip too sweet, tongue hails the parade,
In a crib of gold where the fruit is laid.
[Chorus]
Got that Cruf, got me floatin’ sky-high,
Taste so divine, make you laugh and cry,
Eatin’ through the heat, never questions why,
Hands sticky sweet, like my soul supply.
[Verse 3]
Summertime anthem, Cruf is my muse,
Bold on the block, no way I can lose,
Each bite’s a jam, lyrics ooze my views,
The pulp’s the truth, got me singing the blues.
[Bridge]
Sticky hands, summer bands, never slow,
Cruf in command, under sun-kissed glow,
From the grove to my lips, feel the flow,
Sweeter than dreams that the heat bestow.
[Chorus]
Got that Cruf, got me floatin’ sky-high,
Taste so divine, make you laugh and cry,
Eatin’ through the heat, never questions why,
Hands sticky sweet, like my soul supply.