Carefree - Rini
Thrift shop boys, clove pickin' like slavery
35 millimeter, that's how it's supposed to be
Rooftop chillin' time, killin', watchin' sunsets
Boombox, Arizona, aux cassette in tape deck
We got our paint up on our walls, catch your homies when they fall
Sneakin' into all these concerts, drunk fools up on the floor
I got some dirty workin' pants, paint is splattered on my hands
Steady workin' off my ass, savin' for the future plans
Cruisin' with no fears, drinkin' while he steers
Got the homies in the backseat, never let this end
We got a Christ around our necks, Mama, wait a sec
Workin', grindin', cookin' 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 soarin' like a rocket, got moolah in our pockets
So call up all your homies 'cause we about to kick it
Livin' life, bein' carefree
Focus on you, you focus on me
With my team you can't compete
'Causin' good vibes while keepin' the peace
I need me a piece of that aspiration
Lackin' confidence, I'm hesitatin'
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
Goin' for long ass drives, never leave no homies behind
Gonna never ever stand in line, now watch your street, we stealin' signs
Always be pullin' them triggers just to get us everywhere
Drivin' and shootin' and ballin', knowin' that my crew is there
Flyin' to the stars, crashin' all these cars
Always be fightin' with your friends, seein' who got them bars
Cruisin' with no fears, drinkin' while he steers
Got the homies in the backseat, never let this end
We got a Christ around our necks, Mama, wait a sec
Workin', grindin', cookin' 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 soarin' 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 cruisin'
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
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