Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cruisin' , by - Lyric JonesRelease date: 26.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cruisin' |
| Yeah |
| Let’s go |
| Eighty-five cruisin', sun roof open |
| Volume turned up to the max |
| Lionel Richie and The Commodores, zoom over a few tracks |
| I just needed me time to relax |
| This feels like the perfect interruption |
| Always something, up to something, somethin', somethin' |
| A little Maxwell to get the day started |
| The best part of waking up |
| Is waking up divin' into waters uncharted |
| My life’s audit, feel like a sonnet |
| To a nigga used to spittin' sixteens |
| I am legnd, no vaccine by any means |
| Too much time starin' at thse screens, where’s the defense? |
| The pretense I was carried |
| May The Lord Watch, that sediment got buried |
| What a parry, celebrate like a sweet sixteen |
| Next week, same time, different theme |
| I’m cruisin' |
| (Woop) |
| Nah-nah-nah, nah-nah |
| I’m cruisin' |
| One time, yeah |
| (Woop) |
| Yeah |
| 405 cruisin', exit via Sherman Way |
| Professor Jones took the formula the Sherman way |
| To transform to Buddy, Buddy Love, losin' weight |
| But not pounds slimmin' down, I’m sheddin' off the fakes |
| Earned my stripes, feeling great |
| Like a box of Frosted Flakes, at times, it often takes |
| Removing caution tape to let the right ones cross it safe |
| And pretty soon, I’ll be in awesome shape |
| LJ with LB got 'em listenin' now |
| Got 'em whisperin' loud |
| I’ma still be social distancing crowds |
| Six feet, no admission allowed |
| Count down to when my art is renowned |
| My creative spark, I got in Tupperware |
| But it’s not leftovers |
| A new path of feedin' me first, I stepped over |
| To the other side, pennin' nice words |
| Like Titanic, but I’m dodging icebergs |
| Yeah, I’m cruisin' |
| (Woop) |
| (Let's go) |
| Nah-nah-nah, nah-nah |
| I’m cruisin' |
| One time |
| (Woop) |
| Yo (Let's go) |
| 95 cruisin' to loosen up |
| Don’t wanna be a fool and rush to look cool |
| For the movement, but, man, gotta get the cash |
| Gotta get the dough like I’m makin' moves with Puff |
| Pay ya dues and refuse to be that prisoner |
| Relegated to an answer in rap trivia |
| I’m a Black wizard, the Southern gentleman |
| Well-read and highly cultured like Activia |
| Rapper Pooh, Tigallo, nigga, that’s cinema |
| 3D IMAX at minimum |
| Never saw it comin', why so cynical? |
| We Youssou endured, I’m so Senegal |
| Last OG reppin' 336 like Rick Dees |
| Shouts to the Bluehouse, Doug Celinski |
| Sixteen-bar flex is just a striptease |
| Take ya hand off the neck, now let that bitch breathe |
| How you rhymin' 'bout shit that you ain’t even versed in? |
| Poppin' pills and dreaming, niggas is Ellen Burstyn |
| Stat wise, ya boy never backfired |
| Catch the wave or get capsized |
| Nigga, I’m cruisin' |
| Nah-nah-nah, nah-nah |
| I’m cruisin' |
| Homie in and out of town |
| Occasional urge to shoot my shot when he come around |
| We both doin' slick shit, but like— |
| (Not yet) |