Walkin'

[Verse 1] Walkin' with my crew---neck, not talkin' to nobody Shawty giving me split-sec looks goin' back to her hobby I be spectatin' - my mental state suburban - Look up to the trees hearin' birds lightly chirpin' Life is good, but damn she's a virgin Fuck it, and I just passed The Goose and The Firkin People say I should be workin' cuz it don't look or feel like it Homeless dude with a dog sidekick prolly a philosopher finding deeper meaning inside the sensory first person RPG Mind in a higher place as he's mindin' his little space My view pans and gone is the old worn face, and the tired hound on the ground not making a sound; As are the streets, my thoughts are loud Bound to shape me or break me As I go back to my mind's soliloquy [Verse 2] Walkin' down the street; Socks bundled at my feet Adidas on a cloud; ain't no pressure on me Homie from the East side, props as I pass by It'd be a lie if I said Shawty gave me digits to dial But I'm happy like Papi Going places with a smile More solo than Han Solo in denial And the Nile ain't long enough to fit my dreams Plannin' schemes in my room; so it seems I'm sewing seams In the brain - electric current I'm the conductor; Gimme grands of peeps and a symphony, I will not stir Poised monster is what I am - Calmly warning the clan Like light waves on the sand While I'm freakin' out Japan Shure your not gonna work hard and make it Turn back and say "fuck work, too much time it's takin'" I'm on the threshold from going home to going big These Naismith's couldn't hold the jays I'm gonna hit