Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song In My Zone , by - Rittz. Song from the album Next to Nothing, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 08.09.2014
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
In My Zone |
| I’ve got sunshine in my pocket, I’m just right here in my zone |
| I’ve got Sade in my tape deck, I’m just movin' right along |
| All these haters really love me, they just pretend that they don’t |
| Cause I’ve got sunshine in my pocket, I’m just right here in my zone |
| In my zone |
| Zo-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh, oh |
| In my zone, zo-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh, oh |
| In my zone, zo-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh, oh |
| When I’m in my, when I’m in my |
| Zo-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh, oh — in my zone |
| In my old school bumpin' that «Kiss of Life» beneath the city lights |
| Caught up in the moment, getting misty eyed |
| Bout to give my past life a long kiss goodnight |
| This dream difficult for me to visualize |
| And now it’s real and they say the limit is the sky |
| But my feet set on solid ground, no more stalling now |
| On the road to get it cause, when it rained, it poured |
| But now the storms finally calming down |
| Up in my cutlass driving, the sun is shining |
| My Strange piece studded with a ton of diamonds |
| I ain’t got a bunch of money on a constant grind |
| Still it beats being blunted with my stomach growlin' |
| In the darkest alley, got the heart to fight |
| I see the stars are bright, they screaming Jonny Valiant |
| Rappers wanna bite me, they crocodiling |
| I be up in Neiman Marcus smiling |
| Try to walk a mile inside my J’s, playing make believe |
| You can say that you played in the major league |
| Wear my heart on my sleeve on the stage and leave |
| I feel wet from the sweat on my Famous tee |
| I’m never scared, fuck shaking like a maple leaf |
| Cause what awaits for me is unknown |
| So I lit up my J, filled my cid-up with straight |
| Crown Royal, now I’m in my zone |
| I’ve got sunshine in my pocket, I’m just right here in my zone |
| I’ve got Sade in my tape deck, I’m just movin' right along |
| All these haters really love me, they just pretend that they don’t |
| Cause I’ve got sunshine in my pocket, I’m just right here in my zone |
| In my zone |
| This ain’t no ordinary love |
| I was sick of being poor and said «enough» |
| Right up 85 North and there I was |
| Working, breaking down doors and barriers |
| Still representing Georgia, I’m feeling the support |
| Spread the word cause the more, the merrier |
| Nobody blowing out the torch I carry |
| I ignore them every time they point and stare and judge |
| All because I got Jordans on, I got a gorgeous blonde |
| And my jewelry blinds, I got stupid style |
| Getting' paid doing music now, I’m putting' huge amounts |
| Inside a few accounts, I got a crew that’s down |
| In case you wanna come and duke it out |
| If I was you, I’d throw the deuce and bounce |
| And we just blew an ounce |
| My hotel room looking like a hookah lounge |
| I’m blowing up like a bazooka round |
| I got booed and bowed but stayed positive |
| Even when I didn’t have a pot to piss in |
| I was sitting on a bottle steady plotting this |
| And I’ll be fine dining at The Optimist |
| I got the black sea bass and the lobster bisque |
| And took a shot of whiskey to the dome |
| Made a toast to the homies that are gone |
| Two for the fans and the love they shown, I’m in my… zone |
| I’ve got sunshine in my pocket, I’m just right here in my zone |
| I’ve got Sade in my tape deck, I’m just movin' right along |
| All these haters really love me, they just pretend that they don’t |
| Cause I’ve got sunshine in my pocket, I’m just right here in my zone |
| In my zone |
| My calendar at this caliber’s for the life of a bachelor |
| I’m burning through cannabis canister after canister |
| Um, so many cameras, they flashing, I never glance at 'em |
| Lost inside of a landfill of thoughts while watching this dancer |
| I’m wondering to myself if she’s got some booty enhancer |
| Either way, I feel the deep inclination of putting my hands on her |
| I’m a modern day Galileo who lives in Atlanta |
| The capital of the ratchets, aristocrats and traffickers |
| A practitioner, practice until I master it |
| Passionate 'bout my adjectives, syllables so elaborate |
| Anything less to describe me is just inaccurate |
| You’re a student of classes in which I am a graduate |
| Immaculate vernacular, Batmobile look like Dracula |
| Giving these boys the blues while telling these hoes to saddle up |
| You catching feelings, I think you squarer than Madison, I’m- |
| I’m in my zone, ain’t no way I’ll ever snap out of it |
| I’ve got sunshine in my pocket, I’m just right here in my zone |
| I’ve got Sade in my tape deck, I’m just movin' right along |
| All these haters really love me, they just pretend that they don’t |
| Cause I’ve got sunshine in my pocket, I’m just right here in my zone |
| In my zone |
| Zo-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, in my zone |
| Zo-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, in my zone |