Ain't Worried

(album: Surf Trap - 2018)

On cheeba, on cheeba
(This song is about)
Ain't nothing like my crew
(Moving forward)
(What this, what this?)
Ya heard? Ya heard?

I ain't worried about you (Ay, ay)
I ain't worried about nothing that's the truth
Gone 24/7 don't got no room
I ain't worried about love I pick and choose
I ain't worried about you

Big Texas booty I'm feeling like Rudy
I'm feeling like fuck it man sue me
Got 40 bad broads talking to me
Ain't shit, ain't shit new to me
Foreplay, look we ain't getting to it
Young Fel like Fela Kuti
Not "Phil" like real life human
Y'all frail, y'all fail
Getting tutored through hell
Through L's, been cooling sit still
Stay calm like Buddhists
Turn my real life to a movie ay
Play R. Kelly with the groupies ay
This ain't real life, no fuck what it feels like
I put it in a poem, yours truly ay
Keep a bad thing doing voodoo
Something thick like sumo
Eyes red shit feeling like Pluto
We could lay up at the crib like Luda
When the sun come through the tough love baby I be going pseudo like

I ain't worried about you
I ain't worried about nothing that's the truth
Gone 24/7 don't got no room
I ain't worried about love I pick and choose
I ain't worried about you

Weak shit that y'all made last month
Repeats I just played that once
Caught this feeling in my Payless pumps
That my life would be way less scrub
Now blow that flame that tuck that
My night looking bright
My fronto by lighter
You can ride if I like ya my baby
Yellow belt baby blue top but she been around
But she won't stop 'til we in and out
You should try a different route
Like where can I find a little clout?
That's why you're still around ask why I'm still in doubt
Whole season hotels, deceived by those who know me too well
Your love be too real to me the roof fell
Shorty too I'll

I ain't worried about you
I ain't worried about nothing that's the truth
Gone 24/7 don't got no room
I ain't worried about love I pick and choose
I ain't worried about you

Feel like I'm running around riding a race
Moving through colors and space
Finna go back to my town
Kiss that bitch face, I hit again like refrain
Ain't no one cuffing him down
He on his way, yeah he on the wave
God still be leading my plays
Oh Lord I pray, I don't go out today
Yeah, maintain with ya bitch
And I got a new bitch put flame to that shit
Switch lanes in the whip
It's a brand new day still complaining and shit
New day in this bitch and I ride the new wave can't explain all this shit
Don't play with the kid, I be on to new things and they hate what it is