[Verse 1]
In my own zone
Blowin' hella smoke in the ozone
Still f** around wit old hoes
The new ones don't get the number to my old phone
I ain't trippin' though
Grip the wheel and i turn it slow
Ba** go low in my Oldsmobile
Clear my mind so that i can still
Breathe, on my own time when i wanna leave
Grab the dime bag, swisher and the keys
Gone for a while when im tryna find some peace
But I, I know they really fake
Turn in the end when you think yall straight
Ever since we blew up you been acting so shady
No new friends no time for the wait
I'm vibin'
Music up when I'm drivin'
Laid back and reclinin'
Still ain't trippin' cus I'm out here grindin'
Ima do me that's that who i am
Or without them
Either way I'm still gettin' paid so it doesn't even matter if I'm with them
So maybe that's a if then
Or maybe i'll just stay gone
In the front seat chains and a fitted
Ima stay lifted with my shades on
I can't stay long
But i ain't trippin' though
Im, Im Loosing my thoughts
Drowning out from the radio
[Hook X4]
I'm gettin' smoked out
Yeah I'm gettin' lifted
Clearing out my mind
It ain't nothin'
I ain't trippin' though