Lyrics
Hi, there! How’s everyone this beautiful day?
You’ve been so kind, hell what can I say?
The names Mr. Z, from NY state
American in Canada, please tell me why they hate
Americans, damn, what did I do?
Ain’t I just a human? Just like you?
Anyways, the name of song is to break out and lounge
Relax from authority, don’t let them get you down
I got rhymes so unoriginal people think I’m mad
*Man, have you been drinking?* I think I have
Roll up a fattie, and chill in your seat
Pass that blunt around now, and put up your feet
Put the past all behind you, sooth your soul
Forget all your hardships, just leave it alone
I’m a roll myself a blunt, watched me get stoned, ya’ll
The room’s all spinning, This may be sinning, whom I kidding? You really think I care on the high I’m getting?
I don’t care, it’s not like I’m going anywhere, Don’t matter if people stare, It’s like to them that a white rapper is quite rare, a blare
On their eyes, to whom that they despise, but they living on top of lies, on the amount of size, of humanity
But I leave it alone, got too much to take care of for my family and home, alone
With the will, the freedom of right to chill, The license to ill, On top of my low-paidskills, give me authority
While I’m looking through the glaze, Kick it and watch me while I blaze, this purple green-spotted haze, uh huh
Check the beat, this naturally born jazz, Not just a thing of the past, But a thing mean to last, you suckas got a problem you can shove it up your ass
Ok, I’ll kick it one last time, I hope your enjoying this lounge of mine
I know it’s tight, and you got your head banging, And as long as you’re all baked, I’ll keep this shit playing
Forever, and ever, and ever till you drop, We got the party up live, hell you know I won’t stop
Cause it’s the S to the Y to the System of the lounge, Everybody’s just chillin, and you know we all down
Not worrying about the shit we get ourselves in, And daily hassle of society where each one of us has been
Cause life is a bitch until you die, still trying to get piece of that apple pie
But in the meantime, we’ll just remain to stay fly
Yo Ya’ll this is Ceasar Z
Year 20-05, straight Outta Welland,
With my boy, Mo Money
