[Chorus: ProbCause]
I don't think I feel like doin' shit today
Low key, I'mma post up at the crib
Had some deadlines and a meetin'
And a glass up in the evenin'
But truthfully, all that shit is dead
Said, I don't think I feel like doin' shit today
L-low key, I'mma post up at the crib
I had some deadlines and a meetin'
And a glass up in the evenin'
But truthfully, all that shit is dead
[Verse 1: ProbCause]
I woke up in the mornin' like "fuck it" (fuck it)
Yo cut the strings off, I ain't no puppet
It's sunny day hoopin', I'm tryna jump it
Get a couple o' runs in, tonight we at the function
It's fun bein' me ([?] you [?])
It's fun bein' you
You da saint, seein' the light inside o' things
Man, it's fun bein' true
Ay yo, it's fun livin' life to the fullest like they're [?] us to do
[Chorus: ProbCause]
All my friends engaged to have another five
And honestly, that life just ain't for me
Go home early, need to sleep
I'm at the club in the middle o' the week, like [?]
Skeet, skeet, skeet
[Verse 2: ProbCause]
I just not a plot o', not a lot o' land
A couple big windows, let the sun come in
My feet up on the dash, I could feel the wind
What a wonderland that we livin' in, let's get it, then
On the daily, just me and my lady
We listenin' to Miles and Mingus, makin' a painting
Later we gettin' faded
Feelin' like we done made it
Don't even know what that means, but I know that it sounds amazing
[Bridge: ProbCause & CYN]
La, la la (Whoo! Sing it loud, sing it loud with me, c'mon)
La la la la la la, la la la (One time for your ma, one time, hey!)
La, la la (Whoo! Uh huh, I'm feelin' great, feelin' good, uh)
La la la la la la, la la la (W-w-what, like c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, uh)
[Chorus]
I don't think I feel like doin' shit today
Low key, I'mma post up at the crib
Had some deadlines and a meetin'
And a glass up in the evenin'
But truthfully, all that shit is dead
Said, I don't think I feel like doin' shit today
L-low key, I'mma post up at the crib
I had some deadlines and a meetin'
And a glass up in the evenin'
But truthfully, all that shit is dead
[Outro: ProbCause & Various]
(I'm feelin' good, I feel alive)
(I'm feelin good, I feel alive)
Colin, it's your agent. We've got a bunch of shows to talk about. Give me a call back A-S-A-P on the number
Colin, [?]. I can't get a hold of you. We're hanging out later. ([?])
Call me back when you get this. ([?])
'Ello, Prob, it's mike. (I'll be gone)
Where you at, man? (I'll be in the club, I'll be in the club, I'll be livin' up)
Supposed to be here half an hour ago. Crowd is getting restless
Call me back. ([?], I'll be in the club, I'll be livin' up)
Ay yo, what's good, poppy? Why you ain't call me back?
Yo, it's Drew. I thought we had a session, like, an hour ago. ([?])
I know we're supposed to have the album mixed in the next few days and we still don't have all the vocals. ([?]) (Ay, all up in my zone)
So, I guess let me know when you're comin'. (All up in my head)
Hey Colin, it's Mom calling. You're still alive, right? Haven't heard from you in a while, so give me a call, okay? Bye. ([?])
Yo wassup, man, I been calling you for weeks now, what's goin' on, man, what's up? You, you all famous now, huh? Touring the country, man, you can't even return no phone calls from your boy. Alright man, fuck you then, dude
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