Carefree

Thrift shop boys, clothe picking like slavery Thirty-five millimetre that's how it's suppose to be Rooftop chillin time killin watchin sunsets Boom box Arizona Aux cassette on tape deck We got our paint up on our walls Catch your homies when they fall Sneakin in to all these concerts Drunk fools up on the floor I got some dirty working pants Paint splattered on my hands Steady working off my ass saving for the future plans Hook: Cruisin with no fears, drinking while he steers, got the homies in the Back seat never let this end, we got the Christ around our necks Mama wait a sec, working, grinding, cooking up without no dirty specs We got the 09 Mazda 3, freestyles on the beat Yeah, we always keep it fresh with them new kicks on our feet Cause we soaring like a rocket, got mullah in our pockets so call up all your homies cause we about to kick it Verse 2: 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 Cutie, cutie with the fat ass booty, don't mean to 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 as drives, never leave no homies behind, gonna never stand in line now watch your street we stealing signs Bridge: 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 Hook: Cruisin with no fears, drinking while he steers, got the homies in the Back seat never let this end, we got the Christ around our necks Mama wait a sec, working, grinding, cooking up without no dirty specs We got the 09 Mazda 3, freestyles on the beat Yeah, we always keep it fresh with them new kicks on our feet Cause we soaring like a rocket, got mullah in our pockets so call up all your homies cause we about to kick it Outro: All my homies drive we be after dark cruisin Don't dare break my chain, either win it or you lose it Crew on my back like my Jansport baby Everything good everything good, gravy