SummerTimes.
“Summertime is really just a concept, especially here. I'm personally looking forward to it.”
A love song during a pandemic. With so much time spent isolated, unable to see some of our loved ones, “SummerTimes” encourages the listener to celebrate the next (and all) time(s) as if it is summer.
Written by: Jacob Quintana
Produced by: Jacob Quintana
Mixed and Mastered by: Brenden Garcia
Recorded in Phoenix, Arizona
SummerTimes.
[Pre Hook]
You walk in, I lose focus
Time flies, but we move slowly
I wake up and you hold me
You talk down like you know me
[Hook]
I look forward to summertimes
If it's late, you could spend the night
We ain't even real friends
We just move alike
We ain't from the same ends
But the finishline
Wouldn't break, it might bend
But it's holding tight
[Verse 1]
Top down, yeah I'm whipping
Shit ain't been the same since we locked down
No visits
Used to wanna act out, for my attention
But all we really got now, is God-given
And God gave you that brain for a reason
Ain't shit done changed but the season
Seems to me you've always known
What it means to be so close to home, yeah
You can't chance it, I'm on the road and
You won't answer, I feel alone
But we don't need pretend if its bonafide, yeah
You walk in I go dumb inside, yeah
[Pre Hook]
You walk in, I lose focus
Time flies, but we move slowly
I wake up and you hold me
You talk down like you know me
[Hook]
I look forward to summertimes
If it's late, you could spend the night
We ain't even real friends
We just move alike
We ain't from the same ends
But the finishline
Wouldn't break, it might bend
But it's holding tight
[Verse 2]
You said slow it down
Where I been?
You don't want no strings
No condoning violins
I know that it seems like I'm out here wildin'
Baby, tell me what you mean when you give me silence
'Cause I know it's tough now
'Cause I can't see ya
You keep me shut out
So I can't read ya
You wanting to come down
But I won't meet up
You know when I come round
That I won't leave ya
And God gave you that brain for a reason
Ain't shit done changed but the season
Seems to me you've always known
What it means to be so close to home, yeah
You can't chance it, I'm on the road and
You won't answer, I feel alone
But we don't need pretend if its bonafide, yeah
When I'm with you, it feel like summertime
[Pre Hook]
You walk in, I lose focus
Time flies, but we move slowly
I wake up and you hold me
You talk down like you know me
[Hook]
I look forward to summertimes
If it's late, you could spend the night
We ain't even real friends
We just move alike
We ain't from the same ends
But the finishline
Wouldn't break, it might bend
But it's holding tight