Cruisin'

Check the method check the resume I might flex on the record mindset set to levitate Live session from the resting place of the mess I made of life lessons yesterday Yes I strayed from my path Yes I slave for my art Yes I guess I let my aim off the mark Yes I wasted some years spent wasted But everything I've gained outweighs it I came from the place where it rains & the Guinness flows The calf raised in Australia tippytoes From the City where the kiddies go On their school camp to that shitty politicians home Then pin a rose near a code & a last name Of some young bloke prone to the fast lane Who died representing values that we don't seem to value now And yeah all those fuckin' roundabouts Been down and out but I'm up now f*ck doubt I'm drowning out whatever I don't give a f*ck bout Like Crowded House I take the weather where I bounce And I'm coming home the sun's out wow Imma soak it up continue floating up Slow motion, flow potent as f*ck From stone broke, stoned, broke on his luck This no-hopers grown dope like its your bro's garage Shit aint no mirage brudda its authentic And if you marked up against me better forfeit it I'm charged up like Gillespie with four wickets Guess I'm blessed we just born different I'm raw with it spit it pure while debauching in And more gifted with the sauce than that Gordon prick I used to force it but now I use the force Skywalker shit Rawkus shit let me talk my shit It's unfortunate how I kick it with the steez I do But don't chase my own buzz like Pikachu I got no beef with dudes do what you need to do But I'm not feeling you Its Ghost season & your fee's are due On point never losing Out the Berra forever moving If they're still sleeping let 'em snooze then I'll be cruisin' I mix the pineapple with my Henny A bit of ice who this nice? Not Many If any. Not Scribe but the vibe that I'm penning Got me feeling like a beast Homie it's the Ghost Do it for my peace Not doing the most Do it for the craft Cruising on the low Used to cut class now I school 'em with the flows Used to love a scrap Now I'm a grown man so These days I keep it chill You don't want the hands though And you can keep it real, Imma keep my fam close I got no need to fill nothing but my damn clothes No role no persona Blow smoke out the Corolla Rhyming like I'm Luka with the step back Nobody colder F*ck a setback it's strictly up & up If you not fucking with me bruv then you're fucking up No number one's but I kick it in my 1's 'til I scuff 'em up And f*ck the funds yo it's done for love Every cunt chasing numbers and nothing but Telling us to 'run it up' Bruz you aint done enough Another copy/paste style copping plays while Imma rock the stage wild like it's fuckin' 8 Mile I got the flames in my wav. files You dropping names like a shamed child Check the method check the resume I flex on the record mindset set to levitate On point never losing Out the Berra forever moving If they're still sleeping let em snooze then I'll be cruisin'