 Yeah, the summer. Boy, me nah complain, you know. God, the summer nice. People say, Lord, it's hot, it's hot, it's hot. Me nah complain. Me wipe off the sweat anyway. Me see your condition. Me draw close to it. You understand? When winter come, what do you say? Lord, it's cold, it's cold, it's cold, it's cold. Nah.