WINDSTAR ft. Kermode Zay, Rob Buck, Lyd the Kyd, sjl_onlineart666 & Fayth Lyrics

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