Cancion : Carefree
Artista : RINI
Album : Rini
Url : https://www.letras10.co/letra-carefree-de-rini


Verse 1:
Thrift shop boys, clothe picking like slavery
Thirty-five millimetre that's how it's suppose to be
Rooftop chillin time killin watchin sunsets
Boom box Arizona Aux cassette on tape deck
We got our paint up on our walls
Catch your homies when they fall
Sneakin in to all these concerts
Drunk fools up on the floor
I got some dirty working pants
Paint splattered on my hands
Steady working off my ass saving for the future plans

Hook:
Cruisin with no fears, drinking while he steers, got the homies in the Back seat never let this end, we got the Christ around our necks
Mama wait a sec, working, grinding, cooking up without no dirty specs
We got the 09 Mazda 3, freestyles on the beat
Yeah, we always keep it fresh with them new kicks on our feet
Cause we soaring like a rocket, got mullah in our pockets so call up all your homies cause we about to kick it

Verse 2:
Living life being carefree, focus on you, you focus on me
With my team you can't compete, causing good vibes while keeping the peace
I need me a piece of that aspiration, lacking confidence I'm hesitating
Your heart and mind I see separation, no change ain't easy but you gotta make it

Cutie, cutie with the fat ass booty, don't mean to interrupt but I'm a little choosy yeah, So I pick you and if you pick me then so will my chill crew
Going for long as drives, never leave no homies behind, gonna never stand in line now watch your street we stealing signs

Bridge:
Always be pulling them triggers just to get us everywhere
Driving and shooting and balling knowing that my crew is there
Flying to the stars, crashing all these cars
Always be fighting with your friends seeing who got them bars

Hook:
Cruisin with no fears, drinking while he steers, got the homies in the Back seat never let this end, we got the Christ around our necks
Mama wait a sec, working, grinding, cooking up without no dirty specs
We got the 09 Mazda 3, freestyles on the beat
Yeah, we always keep it fresh with them new kicks on our feet
Cause we soaring like a rocket, got mullah in our pockets so call up all your homies cause we about to kick it

Outro:
All my homies drive we be after dark cruisin
Don't dare break my chain, either win it or you lose it
Crew on my back like my Jansport baby
Everything good everything good, gravy


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