Lawn Chair

KOTA The Friend

Wake up in the morning, the sun is shining, the birds sing

Every day I'm working, I make a purchase, I learn things

Money on the dresser, I count the blessings and first things first

Mix the vodka with Tropicana and watch Atlanta

That's the ritual, every morning is dinner food

Know a lotta' people that only eat if it’s WIC approved

Used to be stressed

Sick of living it cynical

Used to think that **** was more important cause it's in the news

More propaganda everybody wanna answer

Got people living like they happiness is held for ransom

Mental slavery, where's this train taking me?

Caught up in the matrix, the demons are playing majorly

People in denial and justice is just something make-believe

Debating with the devil is futile, he never takin' me

I be in the city feeling like I'm on an island man

I be elevating, I don't even need the ganja plant, I-

I been chillin' in the sky

I been living on my island

Love the feeling when I fly

Love the feeling when I'm vibin'

Do it solo all the time

I don't worry bout' the problems

I been living in my mind

Lemme live

Neutrality, only believe in gravity

Pour some liquor out for the casualties in the family

Do the speed limit in Brooklyn, I'm driving 30

I never be in a hurry the piggies ain't comin' after me

Hooptie in the color red, that car certified

I just wanna live, now I'm feeling like I'm turning wise

Working with my hands, feeling happy cause I'm earning mine

Country boy vision coming from a set of urban eyes

Smoking in the open, fail

Sipping from the Holy Grail

Nothin' here for ego trippin' people, there ain't **** for sale

Nothin' but the scented leaves, flowers as the centerpiece

Unless you the devil, I don't got a single enemy

Me and God cool

I ask her if she can send a breeze

Walking through the city in moccasins, passin' memories

**** that used to drain me, internally gives me energy

Stepping to my demons in confidence like remember me?