Lyrics

Okay sit back relax Aaron James is back With a West Coast flow And a cap to match I got a mind full of rhymes And a stack of tracks So sick of love songs So I decided to rap Excuse me for sounding So professional I took a few years off To perfect the flow So all you hating homies Hop up off my vegetables I'm next to blow Sit back and catch the show Okay I woke up Feeling fresh as Christmas Eve It's a brand new day I can't wait to see I need to wash my (Whoa) Brush my teeth Shall I proceed Yes indeed Well okay need to eat Before I hit the doorway Avocado toast eggs Tall glass of OJ Homies on my phone Like they tryna catch a show And I'm low key tryna go But there's no way I need to get this money So instead I do not reply Throw on some clothes Wipe the crust out my eyes Zip up my backpack Clip on my tie Gotta make sure I'm Superfly I'm On my way to being great Need to focus on my faith Made plans with Destiny I got a date and can't be late Half a dozen dreams to chase And a stack of bills to pay So I don't give a damn What you say Okay Open my eyes Stepped outside And the sun's shining bright Woke up blessed No need to stress Everything's alright I'm Cruisin' Cruisin' Cruisin' through the CLE I need to get this money Ain't shit funny Won't you come cruise with me yeah Okay snacks in the backpack Cash in the sock Every 30 seconds I be checking my watch Prolly go to lunch Around 11 o'clock But then it's back to the grind 'Cause the grind don't stop Aint no hesitation I'm chasin' this inspiration But back in the day I was known for procrastination See I was lacking patience Disgracin' my generation Temptation I couldn't face it I was basically Just another stereotype You know a regular dude Cuttin' up in class 'Cause I had nothing to do Just another knucklehead Actin a fool Slacking in school Thinking it's cool But truth is There's more to life than Always acting ruthless Put faith in my music And found religion Where the booth is I wrote this for the critics That claim I never do shit Refuse to be a nuisance So you can keep your 2 cents I'm cool Open my eyes Stepped outside And the sun's shining bright Woke up blessed No need to stress Everything's alright I'm Cruisin' Cruisin' Cruisin' through the CLE I need to get this money Aint shit funny Won't you come cruise with me yeah
Writer(s): Aaron Young Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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