Unkle Samm - Country Lap Lyrics

Yeah
Feel it feel it feel it
Alright

I'm on the road, nowhere to go
Freein' up my mind while I'm ridin' slow
My eyes are low, it's prolly from the smoke
Windows down, ridin' round tryin' to unload

'Cause ain't nothin' like a country lap
I get away from it all on a country lap

Grip the wheel at noon, instead of 10 & 2
We ain't goin' far, just for a little cruise
I'm in a different mood, I need to lift my view
Ridin' round this side of town is what I'm finna do
Blunt in my 'boggin', take it to the noggin'
I was nauseous, but now I'm kinda feelin' awesome
Windows down I'm boppin', work has been exhaustin'
N.W.A. but I'm beige bumpin' Straight Outta Compton
Man, these laps saved my life
Along with these raps I didn't gain a vice
If anyone don't appreciate my vibe
I take a lap to relax and create my rhymes
Can't navigate this ride, this lap is my therapy
Blowin' O's, country road, ridin' like my cares are free
I ain't got nowhere to be, sativa blunt prepared for me
Smokin' out the Window Silk Sonic bout to carry me

I'm on the road, nowhere to go
Freein' up my mind while I'm ridin' slow
My eyes are low, it's prolly from the smoke
Windows down, ridin' round tryin' to unload
I'm on the road, nowhere to go
Freein' up my mind while I'm ridin' slow
My eyes are low, it's prolly from the smoke
Windows down, ridin' round tryin' to unload

Ride like a sedative, this is the best it gets
Stayin' positive 'cause my account is almost negative
Never a pessimist, but Lord these tests ain't it
Texted "What You Doin?" and she's leavin' me on read again
Bummer, she's part Cuban, I start crusin'
I'm not zoomin', 'cause we don't need the cops movin'
Forget the fans that is not rootin'
This crypto hit a hundo, I'm havin' dinner with Mark Cuban
Two types of gas, one in the tank, one in the blunt
Jagermeister in my cup for when my nights is kinda rough
My buzz is gettin' better now with each and every puff
And I know my bag well that's why I'm feelin' kinda buff
I am Indiana's finest, matter fact I am the flyest
Even when this king be down he be callin' himself a highness
Time slips, that's 'cause i'm always vibin'
And time flies but at least I'm the pilot

I'm on the road, nowhere to go
Freein' up my mind while I'm ridin' slow
My eyes are low, it's prolly from the smoke
Windows down, ridin' round tryin' to unload

'Cause ain't nothin' like a country lap
I get away from it all on a country lap