D-Why - License To Chill lyrics
[Hook] I'm sittin' back with my head to the sky Trying to get this bullsh** out my mind I'm livin' life one day at a time I got a license to chill so im chilling [VERSE 1 : D-Why] Im all in it, authentic, ahhh didn't He do it like that before, yes he did im back b**hes With a couple new outfits, im out with A chick makin out, mouth to mouth, no blouses allowed Take your shirt off, let the top down They tell me to stop, I tell 'em not now See I ain't hot now, I'm just getting warmed up Man I thought I warned you, from here to California Beverly Hills, call me Rodeo Dave Shopping therapy, gotta take the pain away Yeah, I'm tryna be a Boss like Hugo I'll never be a Christian like Dior, but you know I'm tryin' God willing I'mma be A nice guy, I think she on to me An a**hole honestly So shore I'm on the beach, breeze in the sky All I got in life is my word, balls, and pride [Hook] I'm sittin' back with my head to the sky Trying to get this bullsh** out my mind Livin' life one day at a time I got a license to chill so im chilling [Verse 2: D-Why] I turned nothing into something, now I gotta keep I coming Runnin like a politican with that money and I'm hungry, I go Where they ain't never been, legend of the hidden temple Bump the instrumental, from a soldier to a general This is a coming of age story, no road paved for me My life, my pain, my gain, my glory It's my turn b**hes I told y'all not to worry Super Dave will be there in a hurry early never fear I'm always present but I'm never here Solid metal gear, throttle pedal on the floor as I'm shifting gears Wisdom like I'm 60 years old hot as a kitchen stove How does this kid envision such wicked sh** I didn't know He went hard as martyr as if he died tomorrow You would think ghostwrites for Mr. Carter, get your daughter Before she gets heartbroken, I start going and I ain't stoppin Till I top the charts, or pop like tarts Breakfast for the early bird snack for the late nighters Touch like Midas, pockets gettin stuffed like sinus I'm tryna be Brooklyn's finest Bed Stuy and Rooftop chillin on my throne your highness [Hook] I'm sittin' back with my head to the sky Trying to get this bullsh** out my mind Livin' life one day at a time I got a license to chill so im chilling [Verse 3: D-Why] I can see the clouds from where I'm sitting, up here its different They judge the kids appearance, cuz what I'm wearing is different Yeah my clothes fitted, I'm just clothes minded They so blinded, they closed minded I'm so fine that I could go for days, broke or paid, tryna get broker paid Thats a mean mug it ain't a poker face No mistake, I hate to show up late, will you hold my place? My lifes a rollercoaster, you on rollerblades lame You ain't f**in with the young showstopper Globetrottin ironic, im fresh but so rotten Dead but not forgotten, since I came to Gotham City I been runnin no joggin, scouts honor I'm the troop leader, in the coupe two seater With the roof missin either I'm dreamin or I did it I can feel it in the air, is that success that I smell And baby girl please, don't flatter yourself [Hook] I'm sittin' back with my head to the sky Trying to get this bullsh** out my mind Livin' life one day at a time I got a license to chill so im chilling