3lmer - Relaxin' (feat. JDubz)

What's up gentlemen? How we been lately
Vibing, how bout you
Oh, you know, I've been stressing a little bit
But I'm ready to get to relaxin' and maxin', you know the deal
Word

I been relaxin'
Just kicked off my shoes
And bumping some tunes
Scratch that chillaxin'
I ain't singing the blues
Or thinkin bout rules
Nothing too taxing
Ain't mess with the fools
Cause they just be tools
My zen is maxing
I got nothing to lose
And nothing to prove

Ay, ay, ay, ay
My sauce is drippin'
Drive to the rim Scotty pippen
She begging for digits
Hoe 101 she just looking for minutes
Sauce got you tripping
Cooking like chowder
You know that I'm whipping
Smoke till I'm spinning
Can't feel my face
Yeah I'm numb but I'm grinning
Uh yeah, court just for two
I call the iso im shittin you
Uh yeah, fuck you gon do
I'm tryna 'lax and you fuck with my crew
Uh yeah, name is the proof
j took the dub now it's over for you
Uh yeah, smoke in the booth
3lmer's just rolling with gorilla glue
Ballin' like MJ when he had the flu
23 hits and we fill up the room
I tend to shock bitches like pikachu
Bitch wanted FaceTime but I gave her zoom
Cause I gotta zoom
Fuck yo bitch
Then I'm outta the room
Aye
I gotta zoom
Fuck yo bitch
Then I'm outta the room
(Aye)

I been relaxin'
Just kicked off my shoes
And bumping some tunes
Scratch that chillaxin'
I ain't singing the blues
Or thinking bout rules
Nothing too taxing
Ain't mess with the fools
Cause they just be tools
My zen is maxing
I got nothing to lose
And nothing to prove

It's been a long ass day today
Did a lot of work on everything
I need a big ass PB and J
But it's the first time I sat down today
I can feel the cracking in my knees
But I know it's hunger in my stomach I ain't got no bees
B is short for butterfly
Boy I can't wait for the time to fly
Like the day that I finally touch the sky
But right now I just need to chill and vibe
Been tryna to achieve pristine perfection
But all I get is God's erection
Then again it begs the question
What can possibly be perfection?
Without any form of imperfection?
Yeah
That's why I'm chillin on a floatie
That I bought for eight bucks at walmart
That's why I'm sipping on the kool aid
Not the drug kind so don't call Paul blart
Taking that Bruno Mars song to heart
Sleeping on the couch my new form of art
In my right hand got me a mothafuckin' s'mores pop tart aye

I been relaxing
Just kicked off my shoes
And bumping some tunes
Scratch that chillaxin'
I ain't singing the blues
Or thinking bout rules
Nothing too taxing
Ain't mess with the fools
Cause they just be tools
My zen is maxing
I got nothing to lose
And nothing to prove

Written by:
Joseph Walsh, Maxwell Szykowny

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