Carefree

(albüm: Rini - 2017)

Thrift shop boys, clove picking like slavery
35 millimeter, that's how it's supposed to be
Rooftop chilling time, killing, watching sunsets
Boombox, Arizona, aux cassette in tape deck

We got our paint up on our walls, catch your homies when they fall
Sneaking into all these concerts, drunk fools up on the floor
I got some dirty working pants, paint is splattered on my hands
Steady working off my ass, saving for the future plans

Cruising with no fears, drinking while he steers
Got the homies in the backseat, never let this end
We got a Christ around our necks, Mama, wait a sec
Working, grinding, cooking up without no dirty specs

We got that '09 Mazda 3, freestyles on the beat
Yeah, we always keep it fresh, got them new kicks on our feet
'Cause we soaring like a rocket, got moolah in our pockets
So call up all your homies 'cause we about to kick it

Living life, being carefree
Focus on you, you focus on me
With my team you can't compete
'Causing good vibes while keeping the peace
I need me a piece of that aspiration
Lacking confidence, I'm hesitating
Your heart and mind, I see separation
No, change ain't easy but you gotta make it

Aye, cutie-cutie with the fat ass booty
Don't wanna interrupt but I'm a little choosy, yeah
So I pick you and if you pick me then so will my chill crew
Going for long ass drives, never leave no homies behind
Gonna never ever stand in line, now watch your street, we stealing signs

Always be pulling them triggers just to get us everywhere
Driving and shooting and balling, knowing that my crew is there
Flying to the stars, crashing all these cars
Always be fighting with your friends, seeing who got them bars

Cruising with no fears, drinking while he steers
Got the homies in the backseat, never let this end
We got a Christ around our necks, Mama, wait a sec
Working, grinding, cooking up without no dirty specs

We got that '09 Mazda 3, freestyles on the beat
Yeah, we always keep it fresh, got them new kicks on our feet
'Cause we soaring like a rocket, got moolah in our pockets
So call up all your homies 'cause we about to kick it

All my homies, drive, we be after dark cruising
Don't dare break my chain, either you with it or you lose it
Crew on my back like my Jan sport, baby
Everything good, everything good gravy