Lil Dušan-Forever Floatin-(Voice 1-Scale: Minor, and Voice 2-Scale: Minor) (Official audio).
Yeah... roll another one, let the smoke fill the room, City lights blur while I'm cruisin' in the coupe, Fuck the fake love, I just vibe with the truth, Pockets full of blues, mind on a whole 'nother altitude. Sippin' slow, got the lean in my system, Bitches come and go but the money stay consistent, I built this empire from a dream and some persistence, Now they all on my dick like "how the fuck did you get it?" Chill as fuck, still stackin' up, Middle finger to the pressure, never givin' a fuck, Waves crashin' in my soul, ocean in my cup, This that cool shit—light it up, pass the blunt. Late night, windows down, beats knockin' low, Thinkin' 'bout the come up, how far a nigga go, From scrapin' pennies to these views from the top floor, Haters talk heavy but they lighter than before. I don't chase clout, let it orbit like the moon, Bad lil' shorty ridin' shotty, singin' out of tune, We laugh at the bullshit, blowin' O's in the fumes, Life too short for the stress—I'm just chillin' in my zone. Chill as fuck, still stackin' up, Middle finger to the pressure, never givin' a fuck, Waves crashin' in my soul, ocean in my cup, This that cool shit—light it up, pass the blunt. Yeah... no rush, no drama, just elevation, Profane with the bars but the soul's on vacation, Fuck tomorrow's problems, I'm right here in this moment, King of my own lane, forever floatin'.
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Yeah... roll another one, let the smoke fill the room, City lights blur while I'm cruisin' in the coupe, Fuck the fake love, I just vibe with the truth, Pockets full of blues, mind on a whole 'nother altitude. Sippin' slow, got the lean in my system, Bitches come and go but the money stay consistent, I built this empire from a dream and some persistence, Now they all on my dick like "how the fuck did you get it?" Chill as fuck, still stackin' up, Middle finger to the pressure, never givin' a fuck, Waves crashin' in my soul, ocean in my cup, This that cool shit—light it up, pass the blunt. Late night, windows down, beats knockin' low, Thinkin' 'bout the come up, how far a nigga go, From scrapin' pennies to these views from the top floor, Haters talk heavy but they lighter than before. I don't chase clout, let it orbit like the moon, Bad lil' shorty ridin' shotty, singin' out of tune, We laugh at the bullshit, blowin' O's in the fumes, Life too short for the stress—I'm just chillin' in my zone. Chill as fuck, still stackin' up, Middle finger to the pressure, never givin' a fuck, Waves crashin' in my soul, ocean in my cup, This that cool shit—light it up, pass the blunt. Yeah... no rush, no drama, just elevation, Profane with the bars but the soul's on vacation, Fuck tomorrow's problems, I'm right here in this moment, King of my own lane, forever floatin'.