RR

Feels like it was just yesterday,

me and the homies cruisin doin bout seven-day (70)

faded off the kush and good memo-rays (memories)

thinkin bout our lives and the ones we love,

friends turn to brothers and brothers turn fake in the end,

All good cause who we really got in the end,

just ourselves and our own thoughts,

Nothing else matters but what we did and who we are,

people defined by scars, model wives and nice cars,

Yeah, Yeah that's the shit we want,

Baddest bitches dancin on our shit,

open mouths for more then just a lick,

If you think about it, it's really kinda sick,

Falls for the dirtbags who think they're all slick,

put some lame moves on and treatin you like shit,

Feelin down cause he aint love you,

they say life is a song, hers must be on repeat,

Tilt back n lean my seat, we cruisin n enjoyin what we got,

love who we have even if it aint a lot,

Pray to god for some better days,

but until that happens listen to your life as it plays.

 

Sit back relax n enjoy the cruise,

Inhale this j while the homies sip on some booze,

cruisin round with the windows down,

smoke that good, yeah the weed is loud,

Smoke this just shit to take me higher,

lookin inside for that burning fire,

Still aint found it yet, where's it at?

Tryin to find my passion and take off with it,

n whatever it is i know I'll be nice at it.

-Casperr