Mick Jenkins – Carefree Lyrics

Carefree By Mick Jenkins

I was off the drugs, I was off the dranks, I was off the vibes
Got nothin’ to hide, I’m with the squad
Don’t make me throw it up
She by my side, we bonafide, that s— is nice

It just don’t look like this
If you living carefree then you probably don’t look like us
Damn n—- let me cook right quick, on the beats
Couple n—– we was cool and this just [?]
Shawty never smoked kush like this
On fire, it’s music playin’, grindin’ on me
You know I had to push right back, reflex, respect
No suspect s—, can’t let
Groovy n—– miss the sunset
We ain’t even give a f— that the back was the [?], n—– would’ve been upset
Only hit it two times ’cause I know that the papers more [?] she could f— with
I like that s—, she don’t duck s— but who’s cool?
And I said we the one smoke some when the cops popped up
[?] smoke, n—– was seated, get on that f— s—
I ain’t worried ’bout dyin’ for speaking my mind, they keep on callin’ it tough s—
Ain’t do too much, just rough s—
Whole time it really is way too much s—
Playin’ that s— right, it’s tough s—
And they know just which wanna f— with
It’s just some s— you stuck with

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We was off the drugs, we was off the dranks, we was off the vibes
Got nothin’ to hide, I’m with the squad
Don’t make me throw it up
She by my side, we bonafide, will you ride or die?

Damn n—-, let me breathe
Damn n—-, let me cook
Damn family, give me space
So quick to shoot, no Devin Booker
Can’t even look me in my face
Can’t play it straight, these n—– crooks
They play hate, I’m on my s—
Pulled me over ’bout my whip
Like “How you did it?”
B—- I bought it, took for my ticket for the [?]
Then my [?] too intense
But I ain’t with this in two months
The first day back, they on some s—
I can’t let ’em still my joy
See who my n—– is f—–’ with
Hear the whole squad at the beach
Guess I will pull up and s—
We be off the drugs, we be off the dranks, we be off the vibes
Got nothin’ to hide, be with the squad
Don’t make me throw it up
She by my side, we bonafide, that s— is nice
Damn

We was off the drugs, we was off the dranks, we was off the vibes
Got nothin’ to hide, I’m with the squad
Don’t make me throw it up
She by my side, we bonafide, will you ride or die?

Damn n—-, let me breathe
Damn n—-, let me cook
Damn n—-, give me space
Damn n—-, let me breathe
Damn n—-, let me cook
Damn family, give me space
Quick to shoot, no Devin Booker
Can’t even look me in my face

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