Carefree (The Beatnikz Remix)

Lyrics

C-Rayz Walz ft. Jeanine - "Carefree (The Beatnikz Remix)" [Emcee(s): C-Rayz Walz] [Producer(s): The Beatnikz (Frank Blank and Lil Jay)] [Additional Vocals: Khiladi] [Hook/Vocals: Jeanine] [Intro: C-Rayz Walz] Confucius say, "Man who likes Sun Cycle always get moon-burnt." Hehehe. Yo, speaking of burnt... [Hook 1 (Overlapped with Hook 2): C-Rayz Walz] The fashion of the passion was realer than real Life was lovely, except what I can't feel. Miss you Hope all is well with you. Need to talk to you, hold your Hand and walk with you. Of course it's you. Holler Back however. Hope all is well. For Heaven's Sake, I just went through Hell. I'm at the gates The fashion of the passion was realer than real Life was lovely, except what I can't feel [Hook 2 (Overlapped with Hook 1): Jeanine] (x2) Whatever you want Whatever you need Whatever you need I'll be waiting [Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] Comprehend The page, extensive blades. I know you afraid But front Harder than Mike's Lemonade, they say, "When a Man hold his feelings, that's how you get titties to form," but out of Raw talent, my son was born. Sour "Grapes of Wrath" never laugh, get old and sad, start to Whine/wine when they get pressed for time, define smash Without an essence, esoteric example of ass. You'll be Stuck in the past. You get it? (Yeah, that's some shit, yo). Unfinished Routes of the in and outs left a bitter taste in your doubt Guinness stout mouth or timid house is where the lion sleeps Sex sells. Free nights and weekends is my next tale/Nextel If lines beep, then wait to exhale. A better Chance to fail if you lie and cheat. Heads or tails, your conscious Gets to walking. Both options'll drop you off in a coffin Coughing in the winter with pneumonia and the flu. I got The Chaka Khan chronic—god, "I Feel for You" (I feel for you) [Hook 1 (Overlapped with Hook 2): C-Rayz Walz] The fashion of the passion was realer than real Life was lovely, except what I can't feel. Miss you Hope all is well with you. Need to talk to you, hold your Hand and walk with you. Of course it's you. Holler Back however. Hope all is well. For Heaven's Sake, I just went through Hell. I'm at the gates The fashion of the passion was realer than real Life was lovely, except what I can't feel [Hook 2 (Overlapped with Hook 1): Jeanine] (x2) Whatever you want Whatever you need Whatever you need I'll be waiting [Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz] For my Spanish Fly killers, living la vida lust, a China Brush touched, designed your nuts with cups and crust (I took) (Mine when I realized) that's a good look. Twenty bucks? That A piff sack attack for both of us, plus we in love On some gay shit—not literally. Yeah Ma, if you that shit, then I'm that kid physically. It "Rains Forever" when it pours (Hey). The problems is formed (You ain't peeped it?) They even plaque with plastic in porn. Bad Things come and go. Good things come to those who wait. Life's A test, depending on the one that you take. Use your Brakes, stop, go. The return I came before. Y'all ain't Swallowed. This is the Second Coming—digest hollow points Follow the power of suggestion, turn into An answer. Hope is not confession. Waiting to ex- -hale, don't hold your breath. Something like Having your first baby—you're that close to death [Hook 1 (Overlapped with Hook 2): C-Rayz Walz] The fashion of the passion was realer than real Life was lovely, except what I can't feel. Miss you Hope all is well with you. Need to talk to you, hold your Hand and walk with you. Of course it's you. Holler Back however. Hope all is well. For Heaven's Sake, I just went through Hell. I'm at the gates The fashion of the passion was realer than real Life was lovely, except what I can't feel [Hook 2 (Overlapped with Hook 1): Jeanine] (x2) Whatever you want Whatever you need Whatever you need I'll be waiting [Verse 3: C-Rayz Walz] I fronted For years. (I ain't want to go see the doc). I was Mel Gibsoned out, scared of Conspiracy shots like "I don't give a fuck." ("Nah, I'm lying") "I did. Four times this morning." ("What about) (That night I was drinking?") "But..." ("What about the back of my) (Dad's Lincoln?") "Word up, yo. Shorty was stinking." "Wait! Remember Rhode Island with Rhonda, Robin, and Absinthe?" ("Nah, hold up. That seems absent.") And it's been, like Twenty-five O's after thirty-five shows. You know How it goes: rock star on the road with no clothes Poking holes. Tour bus became the Poconos If you don't smell me, you got a broken nose. Thinking who you Boned, you could feel it in your bones. Chasing your Past on the phone, paranoid, in the zone. You could be Full-blown like hurricanes hit your homes. There's Hella pain in your dome, made you feel strange and alone Genital anarchy, penile percolating A vaginal voyage with a dismal destination You cry when you born. We cry when you gone. It's hard To see the cypher in the eye of the storm. What if There was flashcards that gave the rules of life? To use A light in darkness and improve your sight? It's all Fun and games 'til it's not—go 'head and 'fess. I know you were Stressed the first time you took your AIDS test