Cruisin’ In The 919

Lyrics
[Verse 1] Jazz Spaceman, new profession adapted While mapping out a quest, my direction was crafted by the man upstairs Give me space to land—lord Writing rhymes, paying dues 'til my hands sore It's what I plan for, nobody said it would be easy Food for the soul, not greasy, believe me Fronting rappers give me heebie-jeebies This is for the refugees, never the greedy Born to live freely, world says otherwise We pay to survive, content with the lies Friendly skiеs what I got my sights on When the mic's on, evеry melody hum a chorus to the fight song Nights long, moonlight carves out a path for cruise control Darkness flees from a hard jab I see the stars, grab one, make a wish Nothing's certain, yeah, I'm well aware of the risk but watch this I'ma prove 'em wrong through the songs Righting all my wrongs over poems Storms never last Every paragraph is vast Phoenix rising from the ash, clouds on the dash Gas in my heart from the trauma of my past But every battle scar is a token of the task I was firmly assigned [Chorus] Cruising in the 9-1-9, cruising in the 9-1-9 Chasing the sunshine, running from the ties that bind Alabama in my mind, but this is for the 9-1-9 Cruising in the 9-1-9, cruising in the 9-1-9 [Verse 2] Carolina Blew Skies elegant as Bob Ross paintings Clouds on my clothes, they get [stainy?] Raining Blew anomaly, bombing like our economy Honor thee starchild, master in astronomy Quality over quantity, keep it unique Your songs are slapping hip-hop's face, we turn the other cheek And drop heat for the coldest of days Nickel-and-diming through rhyming, had to change up the pace We ain't in the same race, better stay in your place like introverts My intro verse was outer space Musical solitude, rhythm flowing through the molecules Follow jewels, gems and audibles They're sabotaging the art while I'm massaging your heart A late bloomer had the modest of starts but now I'm here [Chorus] Cruising in the 9-1-9, cruising in the 9-1-9 Chasing the sunshine, running from the ties that bind Alabama in my mind, but this is for the 9-1-9 Cruising in the 9-1-9, cruising in the 9-1-9
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Credits
- Writers
- Mario Farrow