Chef Chainey - Road Trip Thinkin' lyrics

[Verse 1: Chef Chainey] Ignoring everything that's bringing trouble to my mind I ain't with these b**hes talking bullsh** all the time b**h don't k** my vibe, b**h don't k** my vibe Got the Kendrick CD someone please put it inside Playing smooth jams all day shun Man we rollin', smokin', tokin' like we on one You can smoke sumn, girls let us poke sumn I'm that nasty n***ah in your ear tryna provoke sumn Wishful thinkin', I got a proposition Baby sit down & listen We could get a little R Kelly in the kitchen Make sure you're grown though Ain't tryna meet the popo But these b**hes always acting older on the low low ‘I never knew' is the best excuse To go to jail now yo a** is loose Goddamn it, few months ago you had the juice! I ain't tryna be a dick, hahaha, but you ‘82 & she ‘96 [Pre Chorus: Chef Chainey] Man we gotta go Let me freshen up my clothes Trippin' while we're road trippin That's the way it goes No one stressing bout these hoes Maybe you are on the low But you gotta let it But you gotta let it go [Chorus: Chef Chainey] & you'll be fine You ain't gotta worry bout the bullsh** all the time I know you on the grind You ain't gotta let it always take over your mind All the time, My n***ah [Verse 2: Chef Chainey] Man I'm actin like I don't even, hear all this sh** People talking all the time could we just chill out a bit We going, straight hippie 420, Trippy Esoteric with it, if you dizzy you can miss me People always tryna be on some theatrical sh** Theatrical a** n***ahs can hop off of my dick I feel like, I'm just tryna chill Maybe make a mill Make it with my dawgs but b**hes Crulla De Vil Now tell me how it feel When nobody keep it real When every corner you turn Someone got the steal Man I ain't even tryna stress I'm tryna get up kick it back & maybe light the cess I'm hollerin' [Pre Chorus: Chef Chainey] Man we gotta go Let me freshen up my clothes Trippin' while we're road trippin That's the way it goes No one stressing bout these hoes Maybe you are on the low But you gotta let it But you gotta let it go [Chorus: Chef Chainey] & you'll be fine You ain't gotta worry bout the bullsh** all the time I know you on the grind You ain't gotta let it always take over your mind All the time, My n***ah