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