Chillin In My Backyard [E]

[Intro] "Chillin in the back yard Feet up laid back With a half a'pack Listenin'... to my OWN shit..." [Verse 1] You think I'm only searching for clout? Well, if so, without a doubt, You must be mistaking that for my drive To paint words on a page and watch them come alive. 'Cause why else would you be here, If not for fear. You think I don't have ears, Like I can't hear? Bro, I'm just wanting to cook up rhymes As though it were the stir of a spoon You can sit anywhere in the room, Pull up, dinner'll be done soon. See, despite how it might appear, to you I'm just doing what it is I normally do I don't even need you to see, or champion, me living my life to be free. Me just being me in lieu of seeking the hype Get to know me and you'll see I ain't that type I'm mostly doing this, to drink in, and savor This, incredibly, intoxicating, behavior And, over the years I've gotten braver It's as though someone offered me a waiver A hall pass of sorts, a voucher, To be the most 'productive of slouchers'. So, grab a drink, The tunes are bumping out my ride Lean back, hang out Come on, (...Let's just get lost in the vibe) [Chorus] Put up one towards the sky Blow smoke or tip a cheers Whatever you decide 'Cause I can't lie. I just want to serve up Bomb ass food So, there's no need to be rude, You can miss me with that attitude. Spinnin' on this blue, green globe Can definitely get me stressed enough So stop biting just to bite. It, don't gotta be that tough, bruh. [Verse 2] I just pumped out two albums In less than a month Okay we'll call them mixed tapes 'Cause I'm still calculating the sum So pardon me if I'm a bit lazy My mind's a bit hazy Filled with blissful relief That seems to want to cling to me So, I'm just going to sit back and type Let the words flow onto the page freely, (as I write) Cause what could be better than free thought? Like pouring water into steel to just boil liquid in a pot Just to experiment with reasonings Sprinkle them into the stew like seasonings next we just add in a little bit of starch, Watch the magic start, And just stir, stir, stir, See how it's startin' to thicken up It just needed a cup, of motivation Sometimes that shit is like salvation And, it take a careful eye to gauge the process Ensuring we end up with something worth calling a success now, we just drizzle this over the track, and, Boom Bap, look at that Step back Breathe in that aroma, note how it acts like a stroma To tie the whole dish together Kind of like birds of a feather It's strong as leather, thick as thieves Built up sturdy, yet fine enough to pass through a sieve And would you believe, that it just takes a little effort, Chasing down quality ingredients, instead of... "Well shit, sorry," I'm rambling, I'm so terrible at handling the idea of endin' a thing, I tend to feel like I'm leaving, without fully flushing out the scene... [Chorus] Put up one towards the sky Blow smoke or tip a cheers Whatever you decide Cause I can't lie. I just want to serve up Bomb ass food So, there's no need to be rude, You can miss me with that attitude. Spinnin' on this blue, green globe Can definitely get me stressed enough So stop bitin' just to bite. It, don't gotta be that tough, bruh. "Bro, you gonna grab a plate or what?" [Instrumental Outro]