WINDSTAR (feat. Kermode Zay, Rob Buck, Lyd the Kyd, sjl_onlineart666 & Fayth)

D-D-Don't know where I'm going Need the Good Lord almighty to guide me Just pulled up to T.G.I. Friday's Dawg it's not even Friday Swerving going sixty down the residentials Not even the highway Then parked the Subi' in a ten car garage And shoot some hoops up in the living room Not even the driveway It's my way or the highway, love it or leave it And if there's smoke up in the bong You know that I need it I march to the beat of my own drum How many times I had to tell you homie I'm on one Eating soul food Not leaving one bread crumb Going forward but never forget where I come from And when the bar ideas feeling a little depleted Je peux changer le langue Deviens un peut plus creatif Courir sur le chanson comme je suis sportif Et après cette album Tu ne peux pas dormis A Fleau Claire les meilleurs d'Eau Claire L'Eau est Claire just comme le reusitte dans notres futures Je fume beaucoup d'herbe, compte même beaucoup d'argent Monger sur le chanson comme un joli croissant Is my soul enough? I don't know if I'm living right Start to feel like all my life decisions being made through fight or flight Let's take another hit, ignite the bush like dynamite Then drop some vocals on a self-produced beat And hope we blow up in the limelight I'm sacrificing all that I got So we can vibe right Feel on my vibrations, live the high life It's my life my environment's a product of me Don't need no nightlight but I still got stage freight Can't perform for free To be precise, it's Lyd not mid People crave my flow, they're sacrophagids First car a Windstar That van went hard 200k miles, super sharp like a scimitar Failed the test twice, good thing it sufficed Now I own these roads, I'm Dom in disguise It's a good thing I'm just fast not furious I have no interest in cars if you was curious I'm so delirious Tetrahydrocannabinol in this bowl, need some wool We're in Minecraft now, I'm making a bed Fuck that game, I'm Sims forever I'm kidding, but listen egghead Don Lothario, J Huntington III You cannot replicate them, and that's the word I'm rambling now, but I'mma repartee I don't even care to ask I know you agree Lyd es ella al ritmo My flow like Claire and I'm your newest foe oh BITCH! Even in these Summer nights I feel my skin turn cold High 'n' codeine off the rock and I feel bold But no matter what I know I'll turn old No matter what I'm gonna feel my soul flow Wanna lay my head back low Lay back, watch the stars, I love a little more I can't rest until I've sold my whole damn soul Gotta make space to advertise for more gold Chew it up, spit it out and make the land blow Gotta make room for the whole damn stove Because you know I always want a little more Put more ads in my damn home Fuck it Put ads all over my damn pores Because you know I need more gold You know I always need more Gotta fill that empty hole in my soul With all the money I can fit and more I don't care if I can't bring it to the grave Gotta buy more Only way to reach nirvana is to sell the whole fucking globe If it burns so what, I wanted to fucking buy more I don't care who dies At least I'll have a bill sold Because money over everything right? That's what I've been told Packaged up and shipped off straight through the ozone Is my soul enough? I don't know if I'm living right Start to feel like all my life decisions being made through fight or flight Let's take another hit, ignite the bush like dynamite Then drop some vocals on a self-produced beat And hope we blow up in the limelight I'm sacrificing all that I got So we can vibe right Feel on my vibrations, live the high life It's my life my environment's a product of me Don't need no nightlight but I still got stage freight Can't perform for free I'm gooning with the crew, you know we always keep it silly Playing Buried drunk as fuck always gets me giddy Throwing drinks at the bar, Rob's just straight guilty If you've never been a witness, that's really a pity Gotta whip it to Kwik Trip before they close Yelling "veg" at motherfuckers when none of them know Okay we walking in now, gotta keep it composed Nah, fuck that shit and all who oppose (Ah FUCK!) We fucking up the store We instigating all the fuckers who come through the doors Collecting this chaos like it's Minecraft ore This night about to make it into my official lore Now all the homies getting sleepy, it's time to retreat Gotta make sure that they get home safe without hitting the concrete Preaching about them drinking water, sounding like a damn priest They tucked in tight, I'm leaving now, thank god this night is complete Goodnight to all the rest of you fuckers I don't got no more time for more of this blubber Gonna smoke this joint 'til my heart flutter Then I'm dipping, peace out! Yeah burning that rubber Is my soul enough? I don't know if I'm living right (living right) Start to feel like all my life decisions being made through fight or flight (take flight) Let's take another hit, ignite the bush like dynamite (boom!) Then drop some vocals on a self-produced beat And hope we blow up in the limelight (pow!) I'm sacrificing all that I got So we can vibe right (vibe right) Feel on my vibrations, live the high life (high life) It's my life my environment's a product of me (product of me) Don't need no nightlight but I still got stage freight Can't perform for free