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Cruisin' In The 919 Lyrics


Skyblew Cruisin' In The 919

(Verse 1)
Jazz SpaceMan! New profession adapted
while mapping out a quest, my direction was crafted
By the main upstairs, give me space to land-Lord
writing rhymes, paying dues 'til my hands sore
This what I planned for, nobody said it would be easy
food for the soul, non greasy
Believe me, fronting rappers give me heebie jeebies
this is for the refugees, never the greedy
Born to live freely, world says otherwise
we pay to survive, content with the lies
Friendly Skies, what I got my sights on
when the mics on
every melody hummed, are chords to the fight song
Nights long, moonlight carves out a path
on cruise control, darkness flees from a hard jab
I see the stars, grab one, make a wish
nothing's certain, yea I'm well aware of the risk
But watch this!
I'ma prove 'em wrong through the songs
righting all my wrongs over poems
Storms never last, every paragraph is vast
phoenix rising from the ash
stars on the dash
Gash in my heart from the trauma of my past
but every battle scar is a token of the task I was firmly assigned


[Chorus]
Cruisin' in the 919
cruisin' in 919
Chasing the sunshine, running from the ties that bind
Alabama in my mind, but this for the 919
Cruisin' in the 919
cruisin' in the 919


(Verse 2)
Carolina blue skies, elegant as Bob Ross paintings
clouds on my clothes, think it's staining
Raining Blew anomaly, bombing like our economy
honor The Star Child, master in astronomy
Quality over quantity, keep it unique
your song's a slap in hip hop's face
we turn the other cheek
And drop heat for the coldest of days
nickel-and-diming through rhyming
had to change up the pace
We ain't in the same race, better stay in your place
like introverts, my intro verse was outta space
Musical solitude, rhythm flowing through the molecules
follow jewels, gems in all the grooves
They're sabotaging the art, while I'm massaging your heart
a late bloomer, had the modest of starts
But now I'm here


[Chorus]
Cruisin' in the 919
cruisin' in 919
Chasing the sunshine, running from the ties that bind
Alabama in my mind, but this is for the 919
Cruisin' in the 919
cruisin' in the 919


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