Livin

1 2 3 5 8 13
Mad props
If you know what those numbers mean
Left hand on the wheel
As I gangsta lean
Towards the center console
Drivin off from the scene
Windows up cuz it's cold
Volume up cuz I'm a fiend
For some wild
Music with some loud
Bass bump-ing
Makes me smile
Feel like I'll
Go do some-thing
Else before i go home
For the eve-ning'
Let's see then
Well, for while
I've been be-lieving
That i deserve a lil break
For goodness sake
So imma take
The night
In flight
Spontaneity
Left or right
At the next light
Fuckin' A, it seems
Irrelevant
I might
Just hit the interstate
For the hell of it
Nah, fuck that
Like ain't celibate
Duck back
To find some food
And somebody sellin it
Seen some dude
In a taco truck
That looked heaven-sent
Eleven dollars and seven cent
Later spent
And I'm ready to
Return to a steady cruise
No destination
No impatience
No hurry
No worries

Just out here livin'
This life I've been given
Not that i haven't worked hard
To get to this position
But I've been
Blessed
No question
Still I've stressed
Just not at present
I find that I'm best
When i ditch the hesitance
So i fake it
Till i make it
And if there's resistance
I don't take shit
Except for maybe a break
At the end of the shift
Of my fate
It
Makes no damn sense
To sit
So tense
Without taking action against
The events
That present
Themselves in an offense
To your peace of mind
You've got find
A way
To grind
Out of a bind
Ok
Cuz if you just lay
There and take it
You'll never make it
End up in the streets butt-naked
Starvin
Surrounded by people who eat
More than their fill
Looking at you like you're the one who's ill

Still

If you wanna stay livin
Gotta spill
At least a lil effort
On your behalf
Cuz, otherwise, who will?
Society? Don't make laugh