Cruisin' - Lyric Jones, Little Brother

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)