Carefree - Kevin MacLeod

Psh! Psh! Wanna shoot us out they sky? They be hating when they see us flying by They just wanna slow us down and hitch a ride Oh, we really must be going wild, we got the time Maybe they just hating on us we can both assume-sume We in the apartment, but the mansions coming soon, soon We be in the spaceship baby makin' on the moon, moon Mm-mmm, mm-mmm Girl, you're hotter than the surface of the planet Venus You was at my first show and you'll be there at arenas You are mi amigo, baby, nothing come between us Mm-mmm, mm-mmm So many jealous eyes You ever wonder why? Because you're different, if they talk shit, girl don't be surprised Your friend's low-key a hater She wishes I would date her I'm so glad that you ain't her Nah, nah Baby, do yourself a favour Tell them, "See you later" (bye-bye) Middle fingers up in the air (bye-bye) Carefree attitude, fuck 'em (oh, yeah-yeah, yeah, ooh) Carefree attitude, fuck 'em (oh, yeah-yeah, yeah) Carefree attitude, fuck 'em (oh, yeah-yeah, yeah, ooh) Carefree attitude, fuck 'em (oh-oh, yeah-yeah) Carefree attitude, fuck 'em (fuck 'em) What's that in the sky? (Sky) They be hating when they see us flying by (flying by) They just wanna slow us down and kill the vibe (vibe) They ain't gonna get it, but whatever, they can try So baby, buckle up and tell them niggas "Bye-bye" Don't pay no attention to them giving you the side-eye They don't get the message, baby, don't even reply, right? They gonna see they vision when they looking in their hindsight Girl, you're hotter than the surface of the planet Venus You was at my first show and you'll be there at arenas You are mi amigo, baby, nothing come between us Mm-mmm, mm-mmm So many jealous eyes You ever wonder why? Because you're different, if they talk shit, girl don't be surprised Your friend's low-key a hater She wishes I would date her I'm so glad that you ain't her Nah, nah Baby, do yourself a favour Tell them, "See you later" (bye-bye) Middle fingers up in the air (bye-bye) Carefree attitude, fuck 'em (oh, yeah-yeah, yeah, ooh) Carefree attitude, fuck 'em (oh, yeah-yeah, yeah) Carefree attitude, fuck 'em (oh, yeah-yeah, yeah) Carefree attitude, fuck 'em If they talk shit, girl, just carefree attitude Haha, ah, fuck 'em

Thrift shop boys, clothe pickin' like slavery Thirty-five millimetre, that's how it's suppose to be Rooftop, chillin' time, killin, watchin' sunsets Boom box, Arizona, Aux, cassette on tape deck We got our paint up on our walls Catch your homies when they fall Sneakin' in to all these concerts Drunk fools up on the floor I got some dirty workin' pants Paint splattered on my hands Steady workin' off my ass, savin' for the future plans Cruisin' with no fears, drinkin' while he steers Got the homies in the back seat, never let this end We got the Christ around our necks, mama wait a sec Working, grinding, cooking up without no dirty specs We got the 09 Mazda 3, freestyles on the beat Yeah, we always keep it fresh with them new kicks on our feet 'Cause we soarin' like a rocket, got mullah in our pockets So call up all your homies, 'cause we about to kick it Living life, being carefree Focus on you, you focus on me With my team you can't compete Causin' good vibes while keeping the peace I need me a piece of that aspiration Lackin' confidence I'm hesitatin' In your heart and mind I see separation No change ain't easy but you gotta make it Ay, cutie, cutie, with the fat-ass booty Don't mean to interrupt, but I'm a little choosy, yeah So I pick you, and if you pick me then so will my chill crew Goin' for long ass drives, never leave no homies behind Gonna never ever stand in line, now watch your street We stealin' signs Always be pullin' them triggers just to get us everywhere Drivin' and shootin' and ballin', knowin' that my crew is there Flyin' to the stars, crashin' all these cars Always be fightin' with your friends, seein' who got them bars Cruisin' with no fears, drinkin' while he steers Got the homies in the back seat, never let this end We got the Christ around our necks, mama, wait a sec Workin', grindin', cookin' up without no dirty specs We got the '09 Mazda 3, freestyles on the beat Yeah, we always keep it fresh, got them new kicks on our feet 'Cause we soarin' like a rocket, got mullah in our pockets So call up all your homies, 'cause we about to kick it All my homies drive, we be after dark cruisin' Don't dare break my chain, either win it or you lose it Crew on my back like my Jansport, baby Everything good, everything good, gravy