Focus

Praises be by the grace of God
Little Nathan raised in a racing car
Underneath my seat is a mason jar
Full of weed that I raised in my neighbor’s yard
While I’m cruising around I let my music blare
Pedal to the metal, get it moving, yeah
You’re looking in my car like, “Who’s in there?”
I said, “Ooh my dear, I do declare”
Me, myself and hurricane Irene
Hitting VT like deers in high beams
Smash on the gas, take it up on a grass lawn
Having my fun now cause I know it don’t last long
"Let The Horns Blow", Dillon has been dope
I’m ‘bout to fill y’all in on some villainous info
I’ve got a brew in the cup holder, me and my kinfolk
Slug ‘em on backroads and chuck ‘em out windows
Yo, I called shotgun
My good friend Nate M is able to pop cans with his thumb
I wish that I could do it but I guess I’m just a punk
Fuck it, pop another one and turn the volume up

Cause we’re cruising ‘round in my car, it’s an ’08 Jetta
We’re cruising ‘round in Nate M’s car, it’s a silver Mazda
We’re cruising ‘round in TC’s truck, it’s a Chevy Silverado
We’re cruising ‘round in Ethan’s car, it’s a two thousand and six

Aww yeeuhhh- feel that
One hand on my lap, the other where the steering wheel at
Forreal jack, I think I need a meal or a snack
Cause we’ve been blazing and it ain’t often I’m weeded like that
And so we whip it out to Hartland, you already know
Gonna hit Mike’s for six packs, chicken tenders and jojos
I go slow when I’m stoned and fast when I’m buzzed
Unless I’m in the heart of town watching out for the fuzz
I know my limits and I know when to call it quits
I’ll arrive home alive, it’s survival of the fittest
I rise to the occasion and keep it in the lines
If I’m rolling with my guys then I’m fine- Why?

Cause we’re cruising ‘round in my car, it’s an ’08 Jetta
We’re cruising ‘round in Nate M’s car, it’s a silver Mazda
We’re cruising ‘round in TC’s truck, it’s a Chevy Silverado
We’re cruising ‘round in Ethan’s car, it’s a two thousand and six

Ford Focus x4

Check it out, I said praises be by the grace of God
Little Nathan raised in a racing car
Underneath my seat is a mason jar
Full of weed that I raised in my neighbor’s yard
While I’m cruising around I let my music blare
Pedal to the metal, get it moving, yeah
You’re looking in my car like, “Who’s in there?”
I said, “Ooh my dear, I do declare, let’s cruise”

I said cruising ‘round in my car, it’s an ’08 Jetta
We’re cruising ‘round in Nate M’s car, it’s a silver Mazda
We’re cruising ‘round in TC’s truck, it’s a Chevy Silverado
We’re cruising ‘round in Ethan’s car, it’s a two thousand and six

Ford Focus x4