SOARIN' (feat. Bussen, Rob Buck, Kermode Zay & CDUB336) Video (MV)

Ridin' in the whip
Clip on my hip
Get off my ass
Foot on the gas
Speedin' down the highway
Like I'm watchin' my lecture online
Hit the 2x speed
Vision goin' blurry
You would think that I'm in a hurry
Better get out the way and scurry
Throwin' these shots back like I'm Curry
Faded in the club, I ain't gotta worry
Look out the window, then I see the flurry
Know the roads gonna be slick tomorrow
Know the hoes gonna be sick tomorrow
Know the homies gonna go to Kwik Trip tomorrow, yuh
Rinse and repeat
Back on the beat
Know it's been a while since I brought the heat
Puttin' holes in these fools like they Swiss cheese
'Cause they switched up on me
Aye, I'm sliding on yo bitch
No dip in my lip
I'm layin' in the grass, I don't gotta go to class
Graduated back in Spring time 2023
One year late but I'm still pedalin' ahead of all you freaks
Who can't stop wasting all your lives on bettering society
And bitch I'm rippin' golf balls off a golden tee
While you be stuck in cubicles and wasting all your fees
On feeding cheeseburgers to your families of four or three
I'm sorry I'm not tryna be mean
If that's what you want, I'll let you be
I just wanna live a life that I can remember foreverly
Makin' memories that I won't regret
I wanna live in peace and do the shit that I've only dreamt
Of doing since the day I was born, my life it can't be sold
The next thing I know, I'm finna be old I'm only twenty-four
And still I haven't seen the world in full
Tryna go to El Salvador, kiss you on the shore and love you more
Missing you is a chore
Nah nah nah nah
I'm serious baby, I mean it
Yeah, missing you is a chore
And I need it
Yeah I need you
Yo we floatin' on this shit like we tubin' down the Chipp
Got that money on my mind and that iron on my hip
When I say I ain't talkin' 'bout the cigarette one-hitter
You say that we can't smoke, well I say Mama never raised a quitter
Whip to the parking garage and roll another swisher
What your ass always so mad for, need to eat a Snickers
Take a deep breath in, cough and blow that shit out
Take a look at all the beauty 'round, no reason to pout
And scream and shout, life too short it ain't worth the time
So kick back with a joint and sip a beer with some lime
Everybody has bad days, bad attitudes just don't hit my line
I put a Rollie on my belt if I wanna waste all my time
What can I say man, this beat got me philosophical
Piña colada that I'm sippin' real tropical
Wish I was in Florida now eating some lobster rolls
And everything I make is art, call me Kermode Picasso
Michelangelo, Leonardo like a Ninja Turtle
Every obstacle you throw at me, I'mma hurdle
Usain Bolt, runnin' this shit like a track star
Leave you in the dust, then run circles like a Nascar
Speakers bumpin' three blocks down, that's the shit you been hearin
Dust you in the Subi' that's the power of Japanese engineerin' (okay)
Got about three ounces in my cheeseburger backbling
And now it's time to end it like when the lady that's fat sing
Hey baby we can soar
Do you only trust in lust, just believe in me some more
Would you leave me in the dust to keep me speed dialing your phone (bling bling)
You're the only girl I want so I'll show you what's in store
Private jet flights to our beachfront home
I'd do anything to entertain ya
Put down the controller just to show you I won't play ya
I'm a student of the game but I'm a master heart slayer
Kisses on the cheek smiling, saying smell ya later
You got me wrapped around your finger babe
I'm tryna get this metal ring wrapped up to
I look so good on you it's true
Take ya anywhere you could ask
Riding clean, smoking weed, feet on the dash
Wind in your hair, you lookin' so fine
The pleasure's all mine
I mean it's simply divine, I could find
Every reason to be with you
Look into my heart, it'll show that I'm true
Looked into my soul I couldn't settle for less
Studying your body like there's a morning test
Look me in the eyes, babe I'm tired of this weak shit
Stay with me and we can be forever on our freak shit